Sorry Dahlia! (Patreon)

Dahlia yanked her long strands away from her face, the sticky mess clinging to her fingers. She wrinkled her nose, disgusted. “I told you NOT in my hair.”

You shrugged. “My aim was off. And you were dancing around. Moving target!”

“Oh, spare me.” She planted her hands on her hips, then quickly removed them, realizing how covered she was. “When I get big again, you’re going to pay. What am I supposed to wear now?”

You pointed toward one of her Barbies posed behind her. “How about that?”

Dahlia scoffed. “Yeah, you wish. Seriously, go get me tissues. And take me to the sink!”