henrypymjr:
Pym shrinks down and buzzes up to Francis’ shoulder, perching himself there. “Awwww, c’mon Francis! You wouldn’t hurt me!” His voice is high pitched and squeaky.
Francis can’t help but to grin and roll his eyes. “You’re such a little brother, Pym.” He says with a soft snort, though his words are affectionate.
“Eh, that’s me... the baby.” He mumbles and then flits off Francis’ shoulder and goes back to normal, albeit with a slight dizziness. He really needed to not just shrink or grow for the sake of it. For a genius, he was really dumb. “So, do you like Torunn?”










