Hiro quickly intervened, only to have the case fly onto Trent's head. A fine dust had covered the whole shop and everything whited out. Trent was a bit horrified. Okay... he was Chinese and that wasn't enough. How tough was this old man and what the hell was this powder? He wished he was back to his normal, huge, German self so he could teach this old man who's in charge... Though Hiro might not like that.
Trent sighed as the powder cleared. He felt himself over. He was still dressed, still Chinese and... "Wait... What the hell?!" Trent exclaimed as he noticed everything was bigger. He was now only eight inches tall...
"Oh boy..." Hiro muttered to himself as he picked up his now-tiny-lover. "Grandpa... I swear. If you weren't going to be okay with me and Trent you should of just said no. Nothing will ever break us up... Not even stupid little tricks like this."
Hiro stormed out of store with little Trent in his shirt's front pocket. This wasn't so bad, but it's hard to love someone who is the size of an action figure.
"So how are you going to change me back?" Trent asked, his voice sounded so distant and faint to his larger-counterpart.
"I... Don't know. But I'll get you back to normal." Hiro reassured as he gently stroked his lover's head with his finger.
Meanwhile back in the shop, Mr. Yaun was having a hissy fit. Mostly because he ruined things... Which was great! But also made him feel horrible at the same time. He got what he wanted... So why did he feel so bad?