“ Either that, or your hair is extra spiky today. ” In a few sidesteps and quips, she and Goku are cheek-by-jowl with one another. Yukako presses her lips together in deep thought as she starts to take her joke more seriously, wondering if it actually was just his hair playing tricks on her eyes. Most boys are usually happy to hear that they've gotten taller: she thought it'd be the same for Goku, who's... since he's... you know...
...But it doesn't look like he cares at all.
Substituting her hand for the metallic hook of a tape measure, Yukako presses her fingers together and horizontally hovers it in the small space between them. She recalls him stopping at her lower arm during the early days of their friendship-slash-mentorship, when she planned to soak as much information as she could from him. To her surprise, his new height puts him at the pit of her elbow.
Her eyebrows raise to her hairline, conveying her shock before her words can. “ The last time I saw you, ” which was a few months back, “ you were about 3 inches shorter. You really haven't noticed, @age736? ” Yukako's mom, who never heard the end of her aching legs when she was still growing, eventually attributed it to growing pains after putting together her complaints with her sudden fatigue. She's above average for a teenage girl presently, usually about 3 inches taller than most.
Or more. Her arm falls down to her side. “ If you go to the doctor, they'd be able to tell you how tall you are and how much you've grown since the last time you been. ” A bit matter-of-factly put, but there's no meaningful bite to it. He wouldn't have to get a guesstimate from his mentee if he committed to staying on top of his annual check-ups... but she's not gonna ask him when's the last time he ever sat in a waiting room. She doesn't think she'll like the answer.