-- freshnedgy --
She’s not a groupie, she says. Irregardless, she looks intently through the transparent surface, hands shrouded by sleeves with far too much length pressed flatly against it. Shoving upward, her bitsy stature would manage a few solid glimpses or so, but whether or not the idols spared a wave for her over another, Lydia had no idea.
This persisted for so long a time, that when met with Callie in the flesh, she at first assumed herself having grown taller.
❝ Oh, nh -- Hold up, you’re actually -- ? ❞ There was some chatter at a distance behind her, and Lydia barely resisted the urge to reach out toward what she assumed a reflection.
❝ Golly, you’re squiddin’ me! It’s you you, like, actual Callie! ❞
