henrypymjrâ:
Pym shrinks down and buzzes up to Francisâ shoulder, perching himself there. âAwwww, câmon Francis! You wouldnât hurt me!â His voice is high pitched and squeaky.Â
Francis canât help but to grin and roll his eyes. âYouâre such a little brother, Pym.â He says with a soft snort, though his words are affectionate.Â
âEh, thatâs me... the baby.â He mumbles and then flits off Francisâ 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. âSo, do you like Torunn?â















