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Whether small or short, headbutts hurt. A lot. (As per Glock's testament.)
"Aww, you look soo cute, I could just eat you up!"
The teen twitched an eye at the older women in front of him, gushing how adorable he looked while arching their backs so they could see him closer. Nearby, his senior officers were biting back their laughter behind the two older women.
(Oh how he wished he could strangle those two with his felt arms, at least behind him Miss Misuzu only smiled and didn't comment about his disguise.)
Annoyed, Wally pouted, hoping they would get the idea and stop badgering him, unfortunately, it only made things worse.
"I'm twenty-seven and I'm not cute dammit!"
Finally, Chuuta and Glock burst into laughter, as Ninotchka and Weroniki squealed and continued to pinch his cheeks, while Misuzu patted his head in consolation.
After a few minutes of mirthful laughter, Chuuta finally stopped (though still snickering at him) and replied.
"We know you are, Wally, but seriously you look like an eleven ēl year-old in that thing, and I'm just stating a fact here."
The 27 ēl year-old teen had just finished his orthopedic surgery that day (the second division was going to have a stake out later next week and since it would be weird for a 39 ēl year-old woman to carry a worn-out half meter long felt doll in a business district, Wally volunteered to get the surgery), now looking like the love child of Chuuta and Misuzu with short light-brown locks, a chubby baby face, and a pair of emerald eyes (they went with the "family" scenario, since with his current body, he could only look like a seven-year-old human child after the surgery), and was already regretting his decision by now.
Wally glanced at his small human-like hands and clenched them into fists. He then briskly stomped his way toward Glock, who was still laughing at him ("No wonder Ninotchka likes to repeatedly remind me of my height back then, the joys of teasing a short person is priceless!"), and stood in front of him before he headbutted him in the gut.
The rest only stared dumbfoundedly at him as Glock slowly fell to the floor, covering his aching stomach in pain. Wally only smirked.
(Although it didn't pacify his irritation that much (no amount of anger was going to make his height taller by now, he already tried that), at least he was satisfied he could still inflict pain to anyone with his 5-ton weight.)
"I apologize for my behavior, Senior Inspector Glock, but you were asking for it—by the way, can I file this as a self-defense from a senior's harassment, Miss Misuzu?"
The woman only smiled good-naturedly at him.
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