She slowly felt herself not quite touching the floor, even with her heels on. She managed to swing her legs from the stool she was sat on.
“I’ve not managed to do this since I was a kid…” Ciliegia giggled a little before she tilted her head.
“It may not be cute in actions but its utterly Adorable in appearance!” The redhead crossed one leg over the other resting her hand on her chin.
“Yes, This is Sex Metal Barbie. Truthfully I’m not sure what it does” she replied with a raise of her brows, quite uninterested of her current situation.
Shrinking again…Legs now only just fitting over the seat.
“Curious…I feel quite small now…” Ciliegia patted her flushed lips before looking to the male, starting to look a little more intimidating with his size.
“I came back from Paris four weeks ago. I met with Polpo and that’s about as much as I remember, Currently a message runner for him; hoping to get somewhere like hitman team~”
“’s not adorable,” he tried, in futility to contest, though it was difficult to do so when Little Feet was more or less just a manifestation of his soul. Having it complimented like that was unusual, but Formaggio supposed he’d take ‘adorable’ over ‘useless’ any day. Actually, in that context, he kinda smirked.
Take that, Illuso. At least someone found his stand cute and deadly.
Unfortunately that someone just happened to be one he was still contemplating if he’d kill off or not. He wasn’t angry enough from her punch to really try, and hell, though he’d taken it as creepy at first, it was kind of admirable she’d want to experience the stands first hand, even if it meant a little roughhousing.
“You’d never guess what it’s ability is.” he flatly states, as the obvious power was in effect now. He settled his cheek on the palm of his hand, gaze dropping lower and lower to keep up with her shrinking form.
“Hah! Hitman team?” Oh, if only she knew. Formaggio snickered. “Lady, y’don’t even know how to use your stand, ‘n you wanna get in on the assassination business? I can’t tell if y’arrogant or reckless. Actually, y’don’t have to tell me, ‘cause I know you’re both.”
When she was finally small enough, Formaggio stopped the ability from making her any smaller. Theoretically it could go on forever, but he only needed her around pocket size. He leaned over, picking her up by the hair and pushing the bottle of half-drunk booze towards the edge of the table.
“It’s been real fun, but you know, I don’t appreciate gettin’ my face hit.” He told, popping open the bottle. With that, he simply tried to stuff Ciliegia into it, rather unceremoniously and uncaring.
