Woody couldn’t help but give Kanaria a look of some doubt. He gave out a bit of a groan and lunched over a bit. This cocky attitude of hers was kinda getting on his nerves, just slightly. Though Woody knew that there’s probably no way of changing her mind on anything really, and boy does he know stubborn toys. They usually always surround him anyway.

At the moment Kanaria was knocked down by a kid, Woody almost dropped down into toy mode, but luckily they didn’t seem to notice them. He just rolled his eyes at this, and without hesitation grabbed Kanaria to pull her closer to hide behind the pedestal. Looking out to make sure no one noticed. Woody glanced back over at her, helping her brush off some of the dirt, “From the looks of things it looks like you gotta be more careful in general. Especially around kids, ya can’t just walk around or be out in the open like that. Humans can’t know that you’re a walking, talking toy. It’s against the code! Don’t you know that?”