#manving

@nobodysomega would this be considered to the Manving cause? Something something some species of penguins give their partners pebbles as gifts.

Jirv is a penguin.

Magda Manson is a freak by anybody's margin. She towers over the rest of the crew, she's obsessed with unicorns, terrified of ghosts, and has a pair of breasts the size of the moon that nobody can take their eyes off. For Jane Irving, that's a problem but she has no idea how to talk about that. Jane thinks that horrible Carly Hickey is putting Magda up to it a bit, the little brass seems to be tricking Magda into doing things that make her tits jiggle up and down. Jane isn't sure if Magda even notices, but they're awful. She's a great ditz who should only be fit to pull pints in a tavern.

Jane herself has basically no tits whatsoever, the main attraction on her chest is the ribcage protruding through it. Her skinniness is part of how she's miraculously remained a spinster for so long. Starving herself was a deliberate act for as long as she could remember. Nobody would lust for her, she knows, and that was a reassurance. To be lusted after by somebody is her worst fear.

So she asks Magda to talk to her and immediately realises she made a mistake. Magda is probably a foot taller than Jane, and Jane has the unfortunate vantage point of being face-to-face with the breasts that had caused all the offence when they're next to each other. Jane thinks for a second about diving her face into them and getting suffocated by their softness.

"Miss Irving?" Magda stammers, and Jane looks up into Magda's bulging bug eyes and little pouting pink lips "Am I in trouble again?"

"No" Jane says "No, I wanted to talk to you about... about Miss Hickey"

"Carly? Is she in trouble?"

"I want you to stay away from her. She clearly doesn't have your moral care in mind, and I've noticed her staring at your..." Jane trails off and finds herself looking at them again and shakes her head.

"Okay" Magda speaks softly, nervously. Not breaking her wide animal like stare "I'll stay away, ma'am, of course"

"Right."

"But... but you stare" Magda whispers. Her mouth barely moves. And those stupid eyes don't go anywhere.

"No, I do not! To make such an accusation could get you-"

"No! I know you don't mean anything by it. They're big, everyone notices and says stuff. But... it's not like you're a man" She reasons "I know you're not looking in a dirty way, neither is Carly/ You're just noticing"

Jane sighs and suddenly feels guilty. She can't explain what she knows about Miss Hickey here but it makes her sad Magda has faith that she doesn't look at her in a dirty way. The evil bitch looks at everyone in a dirty way, even Jane Irving. Jane who was always so certain nobody could ever desire her. It disturbs the order. And Jane can't pretend she doesn't look at these people in a dirty way, doesn't think about Miss Manson's tits in her face, doesn't think about kissing and fondling them.

"You can be excused, Miss Manson"