The girl jumped as Leah introduced herself, revealing...a teenager. A teenager with a massive lump in her pants. Leah's eyes widened.
"Did you just poop yoawh pants?" She asked, trying not to laugh and having a hard time. The teen was maybe a bit older than Leah, with long black hair held in a braid, wearing a red sweater and sweatpants that were bulging at the back, and a bright red face of shock; not what Leah would call fashionable, but it's very clear that this wasn't an intentional act, but a devastatingly humiliating accident. Leah's grin widened, forcing her to grip her pacifier with her teeth; somehow, the universe has blessed her with another teen experiencing an embarrassing infantile situation, and she's going to milk this for all it's worth.
"O-oh my god, where did you come from?" The teen asked, immediately turning her body so that the accident was no longer in view---not that it mattered, the smell was unmistakable.
"Weawy, that's what you ask?" Leah askes with a mischievous smile, removing her pacifier "If I was you, I'd be more worried about that smelly load in your pants than some random girl seeing you."
The girl blushed even brighter.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about, little girl, you must be-"
"Oh my god, you're LYING about it?" Leah says with a laugh, "Like, it's super obvious. Lying about it will just make you seem more like a baby than you already are."
The older teen scoffs,
"Y-You're one to talk!"
"Yeah, I am, cause I'm wearing a diaper. You know, the thing you're meant to poop in, and might be something you need."
"I-I do not need diapers!"
"Oh really," Leah ran around the girl and grouped her messy behind, "This seems to say otherwise." The other teen turned around in alarm. The section of the structure was a bit more cramped---and while it was fine for Leah, it left the taller teen a little unsteady on her feet. The rapid movement made her fall backwards, and Leah cringed when she heard the splat. The girl looked shell shocked, as if she couldn't believe what just happened.
"Yeah...those pants are ruined." Leah said with a sympathetic smile. She was still enjoying teasing her, but was also feeling a little bad for her; she's been in this very situation, afterall. The teen started sniffling, looking to be on the verge of tears. She looked over her shoulder at her behind, and immediately started sobbing. Leah's fun waned just a bit, rolling her eyes at the melodrama; her accident isn't a fraction as bad as her's at the giftshop.
"Oh please, your messy butt isn't that bad." Leah droned, "What's your name?"
"*sniff* Jasmine *sniff*"
"Okay, Jasmine, how'd this even happen in the first place?"