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Being small had been fun, you could squeeze into fun places and run away really fast without anyone seeing. Though Ziya had decided he much prefered being big. Now he could climb to the very top of the climbing frame. Grinning to himself he hauled himself up onto the highest bar with a jangle of jewelry. From here he could see -everything- even his mother and father who were sat on a bench reading some of thier boooring books.

Hearing lots of small voices below him he grinned as he spotted some familiar and not so familiar faces. Great! he thought, people to play with. They seemed to be playing a fun game.
"HEEY TAAAJI, ELAZU!!!" he cried, hanging through the bars above them and waving. Not entirely concentrating on his balance in his excitement, he lost his grip and slipped through. Landing next to the children with a rather large THUD.

Con just beamed sunnily, uncomplaining about what was likely Taji's crushing weight on his ribcage. By now, he was used to it. She usually won, by sheer weight advantage alone. "Yap. Gerrof, Taj." He nudged at her, wiggling fingers up to tickle her ribs. "Issa sport and everything." Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he bolted up, somehow, absurdly, knocking Taji off him onto her butt. He looked shocked for a brief second, but shrugged it off. It happened sometimes. Sometimes, she was suddenly as light as a feather to him.

ANYWAY, there were more important matters at hand. Bracing himself, legs spread, arms jutting out in front of him, he affected a look of extreme concentration and excitement. "WE SAWWIT, ON THE TELLYVISION AND THIS GUY, HE PICKED UP THIS OTHER GUY, AND SLAMMED HIM BACKWARD, ONTO HIS HEAD." Con was positively yelling now, in his excitement, as he bent over backward, demonstrating a german suplex. "And then...and then...HE WENT...HUUUUUARRRRRR." Arms akimbo, he nearly lost his balance as he surged from a backward bend into a weightlifter's pose.

"Yeah!" Taji beamed sunnily at Elazu, making herself comfortable on her firend. "There's a wrasslin' team at my school, an' my mom says I can join if I want when I get older but my brothers say they will pretend I don't exist if I do -- no!" Taji yelped in response to Con's request, giggling and squirming as he tickled her in an attempt to get away from his fingers without actually having to get off of him.

When he did his Strongman thing and finally managed to push her off himself, she 'meep'ed and waved cheerily to Ziya and Ashe as they approached (wow, it was a good thing there was no school today, so many of her friends were appearing!)

When Ashe interrupted, upset, Taji was about to say something in Con's defense but something finally registered in her mind and she turned to stare at Ziya. "Haaay -- your hair is longer! And you're more glitterier!"

Con's questions confused Ashe since she didn't know that he didn't know what she was saying! But as the boy sat down and smiled, she smiled as well. She didn't think that someone who looked so innocent would be guilty, so she dropped all charges.

Mommy did teach her to be nice to everyone, even if it was boys...who had cooties! "Oh...Well..sorry about that!" Ashe said, blushing a little, "NEVERMIND...!! I'm Ashe by the way! What's your name?"

Con brushed the man's concern off with a cheeky grin. "I DON' GET HURT, NOT EVER." Then turned back to Ashe. "Eh, well, pop calls me Connor. But my real name's Con." He shrugged, then tried to lift Taji off her feet for another go at wrestling. It didn't work.

"I'M GOING TO BE A WRASSLER, OR, OR A POLICEMAN OR OR BOTH??" The boy seemed to be stuck on loud. It seemed to suit him however, as every line was delivered with a heartfelt, honest, beaming smile. It was all too much for any sane, immoral person to take. "tajigetuptajtajtajigedduptajihuphuphup." He bounced on the heels of his feet.

"Okay! HI Con! Well--" When Ashe heard the call of Yazu, she immediately turned her head, facing the direction of Apple Boy, and forgot all about Con. She even forgot what she was going to say to him.

"YAZUUU!" She said, running up to him and Yusuke. She peered to look at the baby and started to pinch his cheeks. "You're so cutee~"

"We won't get hurt!" Taji told the new person with lots of flailing and grinning, "We are -- we are -- we are perfessionals." Of course, she never quite knew that there was a 'right' way to do it before -- only a way to do it without the chair smashing and leaping onto people like a pancake. Her own parents had no chairs to spare, which is why she hadn't tried that before herself. And while yelling 'ow' was always a part of the game, Con had never really hurt her before and she was certain she didn't hurt him either, but...

"What's the right way?" She burst out suddenly with some worry, obligingly reaching up to seize the edges of Con's sleeves to help pull herself up to her feet. She was about to say something further to her friend, about whether maybe they should start strapping pillows to themselves, just in case? -- but she was promptly distracted by the growth and glitterizing of Ziya once more.

"Yeah!" She grinned happily, wriggling her fingers in a 'gimme gimme' fashion at the necklace as Ziya pulled it off. Accepting it from him, she slipped it on over her head and pulled out her long hair from beneath it so it could properly hang around her neck with nothing in the way.

"Look," she said to the group, "I'm a princess of gold now! I am shiny-er than all of you, except Ziya."

Yazu beamed as Ashe bounced over to them. Suddenly, no one and nothing else mattered. His little hands gripped hers when she pinched his cheeks. His bright red hair looked like fire in the sunshine as Yusuke swooped him up and set him down in the carrier. "Suuuummiiiii...." his little voice giggled as he grabbed the open air before him.

"Professionals, huh? Lady Ashe, mind playing with Yazu for a little bit?" Yusuke said, setting Yazu down in his carrier. Taking a long strip of fabric from his kimono sleeve, he gingerly, looped it over his shoulders and crisscrossed it across his back. He tied it neatly at his left shoulder, in a small bow. "First things, first, what are your names? I'm Yusuke, and the little butterball is Yazu."