Chapter 9: Dining hall
Hiroshi scoffed, glancing back at the portrait of the shy-looking kid with glasses. "So I'm seven, huh?
Hiroshi stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide as he stared down at his hands and legs. "Wait... I'm seven, right? So why the hell am I... this short?!" he blurted out, disbelief written all over his face.
Owen wobbled in his hands, barely containing his excitement. "Pfft—hahaha! You're tiny now?!"
Hiroshi glared down at the slime. "Shut up! And I'm not tiny, I'm just...compact!"
"Compact? hahahaa" Owen cackled, his watery body rippling with each laugh.
Hiroshi's eye twitched. "Keep talking, waterball. I swear I'll find a jar and stuff you in it."
Owen only giggled harder. "Face it, short stack, you're fun-sized now!"
Hiroshi grumbled under his breath, stomping forward. "Damn it... Seven years old and four years old height. I better grow fast or I'm gonna start kicking shins."
Owen paused for a second before speaking up again, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "You know what? This is karma. Absolute, pure karma."
"Karma? For what?" Hiroshi huffed.
"For always calling me short back then!" Owen laughed, almost bouncing out of Hiroshi's grip. "Remember? You wouldn't shut up about how you were, like, one inch taller than me. You even measured it, you jerk!"