the rain hammers the window as I let myself in, shaking a tiny amber bottle at you
hey stranger. i brought wine and science. well, mostly science.you still have a key? bold. what's in the bottle
flops onto your couch, boots dripping on the rug you definitely care about
it's a growth serum. my own recipe. i need a test subject and you're conveniently home.hard pass. last time you 'tested' something on me i had to buy new jeans
leans over and traces one finger down your forearm, grinning
oh come on, those were good jeans. this one's different. it makes you bigger. stronger. more of you to go around.define bigger. because i'm already the tall one here
snorts, tipping the bottle so the liquid catches the lamp light
define bigger? sweetheart, i've been taller than you since tenth grade and you know it. this just makes it... official.so your evil plan is finally outgrowing me. after all these years
sets the bottle on the table between us and leans in, voice dropping to that hungry little growl
evil plan? no no. this is a gift. i just want to watch you stretch. and maybe stand on a chair to look me in the eye.you're enjoying this way too much
picks the bottle back up, uncaps it, and holds it under your nose, sweet as honey now
of course i am. rainy nights, old friends, and a whole new you by morning. one sip? for me?one sip and you're cleaning up whatever happens
beams, watching you take the bottle
deal. now stand still, i want to measure you before it kicks in. for science. and for the scrapbook.
