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Title: Books and Bears
Rating: G
Word Count: 596
Notes: There was one person who was conspicuously absent from the Winnie-the-Pooh world, I noticed, and it was definitely not the heffalump. No real spoilers.
The kid’s just standing there, licking one of those sea-salt ice cream bars Donald’s uncle sells, and he keeps staring at him. Okay, so, maybe he hasn’t showered since splashing around the Oasis in the Pridelands a few days ago, but he doesn’t think he looks that bad. But just in case, he brushes off his pants and rakes his fingers through his hair before walking over to face the kid.
He bends down to be more at the kid’s eye level, and smiles. “Hey,” he greets. “You waiting for someone?”
The kid takes another good lick of his ice cream, and nods solemnly. “I’m waiting for Merlin,” he says. His lips are blue. Literally, blue.
“That’s funny,” Sora says, still grinning. “So’m I.”
“He’s taking an awfully long time,” the kid informs him. “I expect he’s forgotten all about us by now. I hope he’ll remember before I have to go home for tea.”
The kid, for being a kid, is talking a whole lot... well, older. He doesn’t look more than about six or so, and Sora remembers being six, and he definitely didn’t talk like that. Riku didn’t even talk like that. Actually, when Riku was six, he lost both his front teeth and lisped for the entire summer, so he couldn’t have talked like this kid even if he had wanted to.
“Did you have an appointment?” the kid asks, carefully licking the ice cream bar towards the bottom of the stick, where it had begun to drip. “Merlin isn’t seeing many people without an appointment, these days.”
“I don’t think I need an appointment,” he says sheepishly, sitting down on the stoop. “I’m a friend of his.”
“He’s usually busiest on Tuesdays,” the kid continues, as if Sora hasn’t said a thing, and promptly sits down next to him. “I tried inviting him to tea last week but he said he’d only come after I could spell ‘Tuesday’, and I can’t yet. Can you?”
He blinks. “I—uh, yeah, I can spell.”
“Oh,” says the kid.
They sit on the door stoop in silence, waiting for Merlin, and Sora wonders vaguely why Donald and Goofy are taking so long to buy supplies. Finally there is the tell-tale poof of smoke and Merlin appears in a whirlwind of sparkles. The kid swallows the rest of his ice cream in one bite.
“Sorry, had an urgent case, had to go— Oh, good, you’re still here, do come in,” Merlin says very fast, taking great strides towards his house, and adjusting his hat as he walks. “Be with you in a minute, Sora. Now then, lad, I had something very special laid aside for you..”
He trails off as the kid follows him into the house, and Sora sneakily peeks in through the open doorway, trying to see what could be so important.
“Now then, I expect you to take very good care of it,” he hears Merlin lecture. “It’s a very special book, and very old, but I think you’ll like it. Perhaps you’ll meet some new friends..”
They come back out, and Sora casually rests against the doorframe, arms folded behind his head. He only catches a glimpse of the book in the kid’s arms, but the kid is smiling, so it must be something really good.
“Thank you very much, Merlin,” the kid says politely, and he waves goodbye to Sora before setting off towards the market.
“You’re very welcome, Christopher Robin,” Merlin calls back. “Take care, do you hear?”
“Nice kid,” Sora says, and follows the wizard inside the house.
Title: Books and Bears
Rating: G
Word Count: 596
Notes: There was one person who was conspicuously absent from the Winnie-the-Pooh world, I noticed, and it was definitely not the heffalump. No real spoilers.
The kid’s just standing there, licking one of those sea-salt ice cream bars Donald’s uncle sells, and he keeps staring at him. Okay, so, maybe he hasn’t showered since splashing around the Oasis in the Pridelands a few days ago, but he doesn’t think he looks that bad. But just in case, he brushes off his pants and rakes his fingers through his hair before walking over to face the kid.
He bends down to be more at the kid’s eye level, and smiles. “Hey,” he greets. “You waiting for someone?”
The kid takes another good lick of his ice cream, and nods solemnly. “I’m waiting for Merlin,” he says. His lips are blue. Literally, blue.
“That’s funny,” Sora says, still grinning. “So’m I.”
“He’s taking an awfully long time,” the kid informs him. “I expect he’s forgotten all about us by now. I hope he’ll remember before I have to go home for tea.”
The kid, for being a kid, is talking a whole lot... well, older. He doesn’t look more than about six or so, and Sora remembers being six, and he definitely didn’t talk like that. Riku didn’t even talk like that. Actually, when Riku was six, he lost both his front teeth and lisped for the entire summer, so he couldn’t have talked like this kid even if he had wanted to.
“Did you have an appointment?” the kid asks, carefully licking the ice cream bar towards the bottom of the stick, where it had begun to drip. “Merlin isn’t seeing many people without an appointment, these days.”
“I don’t think I need an appointment,” he says sheepishly, sitting down on the stoop. “I’m a friend of his.”
“He’s usually busiest on Tuesdays,” the kid continues, as if Sora hasn’t said a thing, and promptly sits down next to him. “I tried inviting him to tea last week but he said he’d only come after I could spell ‘Tuesday’, and I can’t yet. Can you?”
He blinks. “I—uh, yeah, I can spell.”
“Oh,” says the kid.
They sit on the door stoop in silence, waiting for Merlin, and Sora wonders vaguely why Donald and Goofy are taking so long to buy supplies. Finally there is the tell-tale poof of smoke and Merlin appears in a whirlwind of sparkles. The kid swallows the rest of his ice cream in one bite.
“Sorry, had an urgent case, had to go— Oh, good, you’re still here, do come in,” Merlin says very fast, taking great strides towards his house, and adjusting his hat as he walks. “Be with you in a minute, Sora. Now then, lad, I had something very special laid aside for you..”
He trails off as the kid follows him into the house, and Sora sneakily peeks in through the open doorway, trying to see what could be so important.
“Now then, I expect you to take very good care of it,” he hears Merlin lecture. “It’s a very special book, and very old, but I think you’ll like it. Perhaps you’ll meet some new friends..”
They come back out, and Sora casually rests against the doorframe, arms folded behind his head. He only catches a glimpse of the book in the kid’s arms, but the kid is smiling, so it must be something really good.
“Thank you very much, Merlin,” the kid says politely, and he waves goodbye to Sora before setting off towards the market.
“You’re very welcome, Christopher Robin,” Merlin calls back. “Take care, do you hear?”
“Nice kid,” Sora says, and follows the wizard inside the house.
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Date: 2006-07-10 07:04 pm (UTC)Well done. :3
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Date: 2006-07-10 08:21 pm (UTC)Awwwwww. kdjfjh. ♥♥
*ahem*
Yes. Terribly cute. (my friends and I noted the conspicuous absence of Christopher Robin too, heh. XD)
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Date: 2006-07-11 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-11 05:24 am (UTC)Very cute. ^^ Lisping Riku. Awwwww.
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Date: 2006-07-11 10:21 pm (UTC)Oh, and it's Christopher Robin! Poor Sora...he's being replaced as the only visible human in Pooh's world by an attentive six year old. :)
I also liked the part about Sora trying to sneak glances...it was a small part, but it was just so in character that I loved it. Great grasp of your characters. :)
Wonderful. :)