Romans & histoires Shego Kim Possible Age

V POV. The tent was silent, as we listened to what this girl was saying. She had a natural way of getting people to listen to her words. In fact I actually admired her, a lot. 17 years old and she knew exactly what she was fighting for, I myself was 21 years old, and I had no idea what I was fighting for, or if I was even fighting.

I want her back. "Good afternoon~" I greeted a girl who seems like just about eighteen years of age, she is so young and gorgeous, I wonder why she became a helper here, Has no one fall for her beauty? She was looking at the floor while walking, she seems like a shy girl and she can't even look anyone in the eye.

I was just relieved that our attire was appropriate for the current era. "Can you take us there if I share with you the mental image of our destination?" I asked Esme. With a smile and an affirmative nod, Esme conveyed her understanding. Judging by her youthful appearance, one might guess she was around eighteen, but with mythical beings, appearances can be deceiving, and their true age remains a mystery.

My father would hound me until I dropped dead. “What?” Dante said, laughing harder now. “You’ve been with half the damn region. Odds are good you’ve got at least one surprise kid somewhere.” I shoved my feet into my boots and shot him a glare. “How old was she?” “Couldn’t say for sure, but she hadn’t shifted yet. So, probably underage.” “Then she’s not mine. I don’t mess with anyone who’s still a child.” “She didn’t seem that young,” Dante shrugged. “Maybe seventeen or just about to turn eighteen. Not much older, though.”

He asked. "To tell her you know." "She's not old enough." "What? She's gonna be 18 soon Richard." She whispered. "Call me Gomez." "This is a serous talk Richard." She said and he retreated his phone. "No, She's not old enough, She might have the age but not the psychological factor." "So when? When she gets married?" Mrs. Gomez asked and he shrugged. 'When the right time comes we'll know." Mr. Gomez said as he continued scrolling through the status.

I continued, playing along. “Stop being dramatic,” she shot back, but I could hear the laughter trying to escape her voice. “Okay, K,” I said more calmly now. “Tell me something about yourself. I mean your age, hobbies, things you enjoy, things you hate… normal people stuff.” There was a short pause, like she was thinking carefully, before she finally answered. “Well… I’m thirteen years old.” I smirked a little. “Good. At least you’re not secretly eighty.”

I couldn't understand what it meant but it sounded like a big deal. “Is there a specific time for the transformation to happen? Like a deadline?” I probed further She cast her gaze downward, looking into space, “Yes, between the ages of fourteen and eighteen.” “How old are you?” Her saddened eyes met mine and I could see the pain in them. “Twenty-three.” My heart sank at the realization. That was five years late and I couldn't imagine how she felt. Here I was thinking of her as a younger sister, when she was older than me.

"I never thought you were. I'm only saying, he doesn't see your age as a problem. I mean, how old is he?" She shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know. Sixteen maybe?" Trish speaks up. "He's sixteen. Just turned that a few months ago." I nod at her. "See. As I said. He sees no problem in your age." She rolls her eyes. "I suppose you see no problem either?" Her question catches me off guard. I hadn't thought of things that way, but I don't see any problem and I'm almost eighteen. I clear my throat. "Well, no, not exactly, but I hadn't thought of things in those terms." She glances at me.

She can't feel what spirit rank they are right now, it seems like her Seniors are skilled. The three of them sat down and faced each other. “I am 19 years old,” Soheila answered with a smile. Fiona covered her mouth with amusement. “Really? I can't feel your rank, right now. I thought you would be 25 years old since you are this skilled.” Soheila laughed. Her mental age is probably 30 plus, right now. Well, they don't know that and they don't have to know. “So, what are your skills?" Jun Lee asked.

she replies. "Okay, I'll pick you up at seven," I say, but then I pause, just picking up that she had just said she'll have to ask her Grandmother for permission. My eyebrows furrow, and I grow concerned while thinking, oh, god, no, please don't tell me she's underage, could she have used a fake ID to get into the club? With that thought, I smile to myself, because she don't look like the bad girl type. I decide to ask her, "Wait, did you say grandma? How old are you?" "Well, we met when I had just turned 18, is that okay?" she says quickly. "Because I'll understand if it's not... may I ask, how old you are as well," she continues in a timid small voice.