paixaorpg | she seems to have an invisible touch~ [ complete ]

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she seems to have an invisible touch~ [ complete ]

Character(s): Bullseye & Flonne.
Content: A toy and a young fallen angel. CUTENESS IS SURE TO ENSUE.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca; THE PARK.
Time: Week 32, Afternoonish.
Warnings: Haha... ha.

Bullseye was still foggy on the whole conecept that Paixao was an entirely different world. It seemed as though his heart was still set on the idea that it was possible to find a way back to Sycamore Street, and thus, the others. He missed Jessie... and with him and Woody here in this strange place, he worried that back home, she might be lonely, too. Not to mention the fact that Bonnie was probably worried about them, and the idea of causing her to feel such a way didn't sit well with the little horse.

He weaved his way around the area -- it was easy when the majority of people seemed to ignore him, anyway -- and in the distance, finally saw something familiar. Was that a park up ahead?! A playground, even? If Bonnie was here, that was surely somewhere she might be! Darting in and out from between legs, he finally managed to trot his way over, hooves clomping over the fake grass as he looked around for any sight of his owner.

She had to be here, she just had to!

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Flonne was out enjoying the warmth of daylight, false though it was. You had to appreciate the peaceful times, she knew, because they didn't always last. And Paixao was a very pretty place, even if it was a kind of cage. Laharl was intent on finding their way out and she fully believed he'd succeed, so she liked to take the chance to explore whenever she could.

The park was her favorite, since it had real grass and flowers. She craned her neck back to watch the painted clouds of the domed ceiling slowly move, enjoying the feel of a soft breeze through her long gold locks, the feel of something brushing against her ankles -- wait.

"Oh!" Flonne gasped, looking down to watch a very, very small horse dart ahead. "How cute!" she exclaimed, following the little creature. "Excuse me, Little Horse-san! Hello!"

Oh no! How had he been so careless?! At the sound of a voice, Bullseye immediately froze in place. Had he been seen? Oh, Woody was going to be so disappointed... the toy code was most important! It had to be upheld! To think that he had blown his cover in only the matter of an instant... He toppled over, landing on his side, that patented grin pasted on his muzzle.

Maybe... he wasn't entirely beyond redemption, maybe he could just lay here and everything would be all right! Whoever was there would just leave him alone, and...! Yeah, yeah! He had to be due for some good luck...

She blinked, slowing her sprint after the little horse. Coming to a stop, Flonne slowly crouched down to investigate further. "A toy...?" she murmured, confused. She lifted her head and looked around, hoping to find some clue to the owner, but finding none, she lifted up the horse. "I could have sworn I saw you moving..."

Flonne lifted the toy up her ruby eyes, frowning. "No, I know I saw you moving! You don't have to be afraid, you know! I won't hurt you!"

The little toy remained still as he was lifted into the air and inspected by the young girl. So she definitely had seen him... But maybe there was still a chance he could get away with it, he thought -- just as he took notice of those things on her back... wings? Humans... didn't have wings.

Was this girl not human? She certainly looked like it, but... no, those ears, also. Not quite people-like ears... He'd met toys with these qualities but never a living breathing creature...

Shyly, he blinked his large eyes as he remained in her hands, his legs easing up on their stiffness as he turned his head to study her a little better, his ears folding back in embarrassment.

"Ah!" She grinned, eyes sparkling. "I knew it! Hello, Horse-san!" Still holding Bullseye with one hand, she used her other to run her finger gently from his head down his back. She'd never met a toy that was alive, but she knew now that the world was full of fun and interesting things. It was better not to question how such a thing was possible and instead enjoy the magic of it.

"My name is Flonne. The Fallen Angel of Love! Have you been here very long? I haven't seen you around before, but then, I haven't really been looking for a toy horse! You are a toy, right?"

His tail wagged slowly as she pet him, his ears still back as he timidly relished in the affection. As she introduced herself, he was sure he could almost feel the wave of relief that travelled through his small body, hearing that she wasn't human.

But -- a fallen angel? Angels, he knew. Heck, there were even a few of them amongst the Christmas decorations at Andy's house. But the fallen kind was something Bullseye had no experience with. He hoped she hadn't hurt herself when she fell...

Her questions came quickly, and his ears shifted up again in interest. He nodded, indicating that yes, he was a toy. He lifted his four legs up, lining up the letters A-N-D-Y on bottoms of them.

She giggled at his enthusiastic nod, watching with interest as he lined up his hooves. Tilting her head, she puzzled what such a thing might mean. It was apparent the little guy couldn't talk, or surely he would have by now. "Ah!" she gasped suddenly, standing up with Bullseye still in her hands. "Your name is Andy-san! What a great name!" She began to walk, heedless of the glances of people around them, heading towards the playground.

"Forgive me for asking, but I have to make sure. You can't talk, right? Oh, and...are you a boy or a girl?" She seemed a little embarrassed to ask such a question, but you couldn't be too careful!

His face screwed up a little, realizing he'd given her the wrong idea with showing her Andy's name. But, well, it couldn't be helped, as he moved on instead to shakes his head from side to side -- no, he couldn't talk.

The next question surprised him as he tilted his head to the side, wondering how he could even convey something like that... Bullseye considered for a moment, then began to strike a series of badly imitated body-building poses, lifting an eye to see if she was getting it...

A blank look on her face, Flonne just watched Bullseye move around on her hand, utterly confused. Stopping under a shady tree, she gasped again. "Oh! I'm so silly, I should be asking you yes or no questions! I'm very sorry, Andy-san. I'm not really used to talking with toys who can't talk...or talking with toys at all!" She knelt in the grass, setting him down in front of her.

"You can just nod or shake your head, if that's alright." She smiled, holding up a finger. "Now...are you a boy?"

Did she see the relief that passed over him? Surely, he almost felt it. Yes or no questions he could definitely do! He turned around in a small circle as he was set down on the ground, and smiled, apparently liking the progress he was making.

It had been so long since he was separated from Woody or Jessie, who could usually provide a voice for him.

He nodded in response to her question, darn tootin' he was a boy!

"I thought you were! You have a very boyish look." Flonne chuckled, petting behind his ear with one gentle fingertip. "I wonder...do you have friends here? Maybe we kind find them. You're such a cute little guy, I can't imagine someone would just leave you like this..."

She looked up at the passerby, though none of them returned her curious look. Surely if someone here knew Andy-san, they'd have approached her by now...

He looked a little bashful with what he took as a compliment, about appearing boyish. In his mind, it translated to "manly" "tough" "strong." And as the sheriff's horse, he wanted to be sure to give off a good impression!

Bullseye flattened his ears out and closed his large eyes for a moment as he enjoyed the pat she offered. He nodded in response to her next question, he did have friends. They were safe -- he'd wandered away on his own trying to find Sycamore street...

"We should find your friends then, Andy-san...it isn't good for you to be separated from them!" She didn't want to point out that he was just a little horse and therefor at greater risk. Flonne picked him up once more, cradling him carefully as she stood and walked into the crowd.

"Here, now you'll be able to see better. It's pretty hard to see much from down there, isn't it?" She smiled gently down at Bullseye. "When you see your friends, just let me know, okay? I'm sure we'll find them soon!"

There was a slight 'woah' look across his features as he was picked up again, but settled in quickly to her arms as she held him, hanging his front legs over her arms. She was right! It was much easier to see from up here. He looked upwards and nodded in agreement, happy to have found someone to kind.

He looked on ahead again, his tail wagging as he took in the sights from this new height. He wasn't sure where Woody was, but... he couldn't deny that seeing everything like this was a little exciting! The original panic he'd felt around the people of the city began to subside... they really seemed to be ignoring him, anyway.

Some time passed as Flonne walked through the park, glancing around for any sign that someone recognized the little horse toy in her hands...but there was nothing. Growing concerned, she glanced down at her new little friend. If only there was some way she could communicate with him...

An idea suddenly formed as they exited the park. "Andy-san?" she called softly, walking to a nearby bench and sitting down. She placed him next to her on the bench and pulled out her slim journal from her sleeve. "Do you think you could communicate using this?"

Flonne opened the journal and set it before him.

He hopped out of her arms as she set him down again, and tilted his head in interest as she produced the small machine. Oh! He had one of those, too! He'd left it behind, of course, not knowing exactly what it was or how to use it.

Bullseye took a step back from it, looking to Floone for reassurance one last time... before approaching the device and sniffing it, to make sure it was really all right. As expected, it smelled sweet, just like the girl herself.

He stood there, studying the keys for a moment, realizing that it looked much like the device in Bonnie's room, that Trixie and Rex were often playing on! His tail wagged slightly as he moved a hoof over the keys, slowly, trying to get the hang of it. First, he thought it was appropriate to give her his real name... he knew it well, since it had been on his box and everything!

He looked back up at her, eyes lighting up a little with the accomplishment.

Oh, he was so cute! She giggled softly as he sniffed at the journal, watching with interest as he investigated it. However, the end result was no less confusing for Flonne. She blinked as she tilted the journal screen towards her. "You can type so well! Thank you...but, um..."

She looked back down at him with an apologetic smile. "What does this mean, Andy-san?"

He felt a surge of pride as she commended his typing skills. Truth be told, he hadn't had the opportunity to hone them, since Rex was often trying to defeat the Emperor Zurg. But he was glad that he was successful! With renewed confidence, he turned again to the keys, tapping on them slowly, and softly. Hooves weren't really meant for typing apparently, and he concentrated hard to make sure that he hit the right keys.

And he pointed to himself, his mouth agape with his wide smile.

Flonne read the screen with her brow furrowed. When understanding finally came, she flushed with embarrassment, laughing nervously. "Oh! Oh, my, I'm sorry, Bullseye-san! I've been calling you by the wrong name all this time!" She reached over to scratch her finger gently on his neck by way of apology. With a sweet smile, she set the journal in front of him once more.

"I'm really glad we can use this to communicate a bit better. You're such a clever horse!" Her smile faded a little as she turned her head to watch the passerby.

"I only wish we'd found your friends..."

He didn't even seem to mind, though the ensuing pets certainly did make up for it. Unconsciously, he found himself teetering to the side, into the scratches, closing his eyes momentarily to enjoy them. When they finished, and she took her hand away -- he was sudden aware of just how much of his weight had been leaning into her, as he toppled forward, face first into the bench.

Bullseye shook his head clear, eyes opening as he realized what had happened, as he looked up at the fallen angel, his brown cheeks tinged slightly pink in embarrassment.

He looked at the keys once more and positioned himself accordingly again.

The horse looked back up at the girl, waiting for an answer. Because as far as he was concerned, everyone should know of sherrif Woody! He was the rootin'est tootin'est cowboy there ever was!

Ah, he even typed adorably. She gasped and picked up Bullseye, cuddling him close as she twisted her torso back and forth. "Ahhh, you're so cute! How are you so cute?" But she suddenly caught herself, freezing in her position of pressing his face against her cheek. Flonne cleared her throat and set him back down, blushing slightly at her loss of composure.

"Umm, sorry, Bullseye-san. I don't think I've met the, ah...sheriff?"

He was taken by surprise, being suddenly lifted back up again. A smile broke out across his muzzle however as she cuddled him. There was a spark inside of him that just seemed to light up -- this is what he was meant for, why he was created. He nuzzled against her as she twisted from side to side, relishing in the moment.

The tingling sensation diminished again when he was put back down. She didn't need to apologize though, and so to solidfy that fact, he licked at her hand, then smiled again. He trotted back towards the device again and thought of what else he could say... This was certainly an opportunity he'd never had before...

She shook her head sadly after reading Bullseye's message. "I'm sorry...no. Though I really do like space rangers! It would be wonderful if one was here!" Flonne folded her hands together on her lap, bowing her head. "Oh...but then they'd be trapped here as well. I wouldn't wish that one anyway."

Flonne glanced over at him in concern. "Are you all alone here, then? Do you have any friends?"

He seemed to deflate a little, hearing that she didn't know of either Jessie or Buzz but -- he quickly lit up again and nodded in agreement. Space rangers were neat! Buzz Lightyear could do all sorts of things! He was certain that -- Flonne would have enjoyed playing with him, and the thought caused warm feeling to coarse through him once more.

He returned to the keyboard and began typing out a new response -- And he looked up at her, waiting for an answer, eyes wide.

"Oh...!" Her ruby eyes glimmered with the sudden welling up of unshed tears as she read Bullseye's latest message. She picked him up again and hugged him close, sniffling. "Oh, Bullseye, of course I'm your friend. You're such a good little horse!" How could anyone just abandon him like this? It was too sad for words.

Gathering her composure (though she still had tears in her eyes as she lifted him up to her level of sight), she looked determined. "You can stay with me and my friends, okay? I don't want you here all by yourself!"

As he was plucked from his spot on the bench again, Bullseye nuzzled close to the girl this time as she hugged him. He followed it up with a several licks at her cheek. He was getting really good at this whole making friends thing! Even with others that weren't toys!

He nodded at her idea of going with her -- she seemed so nice, and really... he wasn't sure how to get back to Woody at this point. It was probably a good idea to stick with someone like Flonne.

That settled, Flonne stood up and pocketed her journal, keeping Bullseye in her embrace. "We'll have so much fun! You can stay in my room. I'll make you your own bed and everything! And you can pretend to be heroes with me. Or we can be huge atomic monsters and destroy cities!" She roared her best roar before descending into giggles as she headed out of the park.

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