Non-Challenge Drabble
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Title: Meeting of the Crickets
Word Count: 223
Spoilers: No real spoilers.
Notes: How dare they not have Crick-ee in the game! *pouts* He was one of my favorite characters in Mulan. Jiminy didn't get enough love either. ^^
Sora woke to the sound of Jiminy’s voice. He raised his head from the pillow, blinking and yawning silently. Goofy’s whistling snore and Donald’s muttering continued uninterrupted.
“She drew a mustache on her own face by accident?” Jiminy asked amidst stifled laughter, obviously trying to keep his voice down. Soft chirping joined it- a sound as close to mirth as a purr-chirp could manage.
The laughter stopped after a time, and the purr-chirp continued, subdued.
“Well don’t look at it that way,” Jiminy said, consoling. “Think about the good that’s come of it. If Mulan had become a bride- she might not be here, helping out in the army!”
The chirping was thoughtful, then more confident, even perky.
Sora finally located the conversationalists, sitting on the overturned rice bowls in one corner of the tent.
“Jiminy,” he muttered, yawning again, “who’re you talking to?” Sora’s bleary eyes could barely make out a small, shiny black shape next to the tiny insect-turned-conscience.
“Sora,” he said softly, “meet Crick-ee. Crick-ee, meet Sora.” Sora barely made out a tiny gloved hand pointing at the other shape, which appeared to be waving a thin leg at him. “He’s Mulan’s Lucky Cricket.”
“Oh,” Sora yawned again. “That’s nice.” He started dropping off again to Crick-ee’s chirping.
“Well,” Jiminy was answering, “first you have to meet the Blue Fairy-”
Word Count: 223
Spoilers: No real spoilers.
Notes: How dare they not have Crick-ee in the game! *pouts* He was one of my favorite characters in Mulan. Jiminy didn't get enough love either. ^^
Sora woke to the sound of Jiminy’s voice. He raised his head from the pillow, blinking and yawning silently. Goofy’s whistling snore and Donald’s muttering continued uninterrupted.
“She drew a mustache on her own face by accident?” Jiminy asked amidst stifled laughter, obviously trying to keep his voice down. Soft chirping joined it- a sound as close to mirth as a purr-chirp could manage.
The laughter stopped after a time, and the purr-chirp continued, subdued.
“Well don’t look at it that way,” Jiminy said, consoling. “Think about the good that’s come of it. If Mulan had become a bride- she might not be here, helping out in the army!”
The chirping was thoughtful, then more confident, even perky.
Sora finally located the conversationalists, sitting on the overturned rice bowls in one corner of the tent.
“Jiminy,” he muttered, yawning again, “who’re you talking to?” Sora’s bleary eyes could barely make out a small, shiny black shape next to the tiny insect-turned-conscience.
“Sora,” he said softly, “meet Crick-ee. Crick-ee, meet Sora.” Sora barely made out a tiny gloved hand pointing at the other shape, which appeared to be waving a thin leg at him. “He’s Mulan’s Lucky Cricket.”
“Oh,” Sora yawned again. “That’s nice.” He started dropping off again to Crick-ee’s chirping.
“Well,” Jiminy was answering, “first you have to meet the Blue Fairy-”
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Date: 2006-05-11 06:11 pm (UTC)