"As if you can do any better. Its not like you can get anyone with that kind of style," Emi barked. She was usually quite blunt whenever she argued with you, thankfully you two rarely got into such fits. In this case, it worked perfectly though, as Angelina was totally distracted... enough for you to squirm one arm out from your comfy shackle.
Stretching out, you imagine an easy grab, use your thumb to turn the dial, give the trigger a couple quick tugs and hope for the best. The problem still remained that the gun just sat out of fingertip reach. You pushed yourself as hard as you could, but the soft cushion you're under still pins you down too much. If only....
"Figures, the only way you can get noticed is to be the size of a house and dress like a clown. You can't attract anyone with that kind of personality, sister," Emi burst out. You had missed quite a lot of the arguement, apparantly, but now you understood why you had tuned in. Angelina's eyes narrowed, annoyed but not quite angry. She rolled slightly to your side, as the gun slid closer and closer to your hand.
You got it! You grabbed it! All that was needed was a flip of the dial... but it wouldn't come. Angelina gave a slight cough, as you feel it underneath her, pulling the trigger accidentally. You could feel the weight increase as Angelina's size began to increase.
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