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Ilda Nora
One day, I'll prove I'm not the monster they say.
Ilda prided herself in being a strong, independent and reliable woman. In a sense, though, she also had a viewpoint of being a bit of a macho sort- meaning normally, she tried to hide things like embarrassment and her childlike love of cute things. This day, however, the desperate plea of someone in need of help overtook her desire to hold that hardcore appearance. Today, the inner child was going to get a shot at ruling her world.
A major toy manufacturer needed a tester, and seemed quite adamant to have Ilda take the job. Apparently, every single tester for their stuffed animals was taking a sick day and one happened to be someone Ilda had helped with an unrelated task before. Seemingly, that person asked to have Ilda take their place... Without asking Ilda about it first.
Grumbling, Ilda entered the toy testing room of the factory, filled to the brim with colorful and wildly shaped plush toys. A chill went down her spine- trying to contain her excitement from all the cute stuffed animals was far more difficult than she'd first expected. Also, there were more than a hundred toys in the room- meaning she'd be busy for quite a while. "This is going to take all day... No wonder they're paying so well. Dang."
The door was closed behind her, leaving the woman alone to finally let loose her pent up stress. She decided to go based on order of cuteness and size, starting by squishing a tinier toy shaped like a designer's reject narwhal. It was fluffier than expected, even in the horn. She used the horn as a stress toy for her hand, poking it to see how deep she could make the point invert- which was pretty far, before it stayed put... and stayed put longer...
A major toy manufacturer needed a tester, and seemed quite adamant to have Ilda take the job. Apparently, every single tester for their stuffed animals was taking a sick day and one happened to be someone Ilda had helped with an unrelated task before. Seemingly, that person asked to have Ilda take their place... Without asking Ilda about it first.
Grumbling, Ilda entered the toy testing room of the factory, filled to the brim with colorful and wildly shaped plush toys. A chill went down her spine- trying to contain her excitement from all the cute stuffed animals was far more difficult than she'd first expected. Also, there were more than a hundred toys in the room- meaning she'd be busy for quite a while. "This is going to take all day... No wonder they're paying so well. Dang."
The door was closed behind her, leaving the woman alone to finally let loose her pent up stress. She decided to go based on order of cuteness and size, starting by squishing a tinier toy shaped like a designer's reject narwhal. It was fluffier than expected, even in the horn. She used the horn as a stress toy for her hand, poking it to see how deep she could make the point invert- which was pretty far, before it stayed put... and stayed put longer...
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