Blaze huffed as she stood up tall and tried her best to remain proud.
Her head was cloudy and her vision was still hazy from the whiplash of the humiliation she was feeling. She looked ridiculous crawling away from a six-year-old like that. She had to fix this. She would. She was sure of it.
PHEW!
Blaze looked ahead, serious faced, despite the sweat still on her head. She felt she was ready.
"Okay. I've composed myself. It's time to-!" Blaze suddenly yelped. "ARE YOU FITTING ME FOR BABY CLOTHES?!"
She looked down and saw that while she was trying to do her dramatic, important, heroic, serious, recovery... Cream had been pressing a tiny baby girl shirt against her body, fitting her for her new outfit, live, in front of this audience. She even hummed happily while doing it, not at all phazed by Blaze's demeanor. She was treating her like her baby!
Instantly, what Blaze had tried to do just crumbled all around her. She was frantic and embarrassed and... GAAAAH!
The laughter was kicking up even louder. It was ringing in her ears and making her wobble and shake. Her eyes started to swirl.
What was going on?!
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