>>16554200A ghostly ball of poisonous gas manifests behind her enormous wad of unwashed, purplish hair, "Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaastly..."
Infuriated to the point of no return, Anina runs a bony, frail hand through her maze of dandruff hair, spreading flakes all about as she picks and scratches at discarded skin cells. At just shy of six years old, this is...unnatural, to say the least.
"I KNOW RIGHT!? A-AND THIS ISN'T E-EVEN MY FAULT E-EITHER! I-IT'S ALL THAT PSYCHIC'S FAULT! O-OVER THERE!"
Eyelids spazzing out, the disgruntled wretch points accusingly with her free hand at an opposing stall on the other side of the street. The accused is a Psychic who apparently has more experience than she'll ever attain in her lifetime, that, and a line that wraps around three blocks.
A Psychic that has managed to discover a way to tamper the dimensions in a way that diverts type effectiveness completely, so that they work oppositely.
Her younger brother."Y-YOU! YOU DID THIS! YOU DID THIS TO ME! M-My business is failing! I haven't gotten a customer in m-months! Y-YOU'VE RUINED A LITTLE GIRL'S HOPES AND DREAMS OF BECOMING A BUSINESS! All those years...all those years of studying and learning how to talk intelligently at just a toddler's age-WHERE THEY ALL FOR NOT!?"
Five year old Psychic Inver pauses his conversation with a customer to yell back.
"HEY, SCREW YOU GIRL! I WORKED HARD TO DO WHAT I DO, YOU HAVEN'T DONE SQUAT!"
