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Fairies Are Not Bugs! [Active]
Character(s): Tinkerbell, Timon
Content: Tinkerbell vs the furry striped jerk. GO!
Setting: Jogo da Crianca
Time: Morning, Week 34
Warnings: None.
Tinkerbell had resigned herself to the fact that she was in this strange new world without Peter Pan or the Lost Boys. Luckily, Sora was here and she'd already made a couple of good friends, but she felt a bit trapped. She wanted adventure, excitement! Fairies weren't meant to just sit idle on book shelves.
So flew out of her new home and out into the fresh air of the city, trailing golden dust behind her. She laughed as she shocked some of the townspeople, mischievously zooming into their vision or tugging a sleeve here and there. Eventually her flight pattern brought her to the park, the only place under the domes that had even a trace of the wildness she was used to -- and even that was carefully groomed and meticulous.
Hovering low over the grass, Tinkerbell made a lazy loop, trailing golden dust behind her before she landed gracefully.
Content: Tinkerbell vs the furry striped jerk. GO!
Setting: Jogo da Crianca
Time: Morning, Week 34
Warnings: None.
Tinkerbell had resigned herself to the fact that she was in this strange new world without Peter Pan or the Lost Boys. Luckily, Sora was here and she'd already made a couple of good friends, but she felt a bit trapped. She wanted adventure, excitement! Fairies weren't meant to just sit idle on book shelves.
So flew out of her new home and out into the fresh air of the city, trailing golden dust behind her. She laughed as she shocked some of the townspeople, mischievously zooming into their vision or tugging a sleeve here and there. Eventually her flight pattern brought her to the park, the only place under the domes that had even a trace of the wildness she was used to -- and even that was carefully groomed and meticulous.
Hovering low over the grass, Tinkerbell made a lazy loop, trailing golden dust behind her before she landed gracefully.
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And that was exactly what he suspected the pixie of doing when she reached to touch his nose; infect him with cooties. As instructed, Timon came to a dead stop and watched, practically cross eyed, as her magic began to work. There had been little room left to argue, the throbbing in his nose having vanished as quickly as the glow that had surrounded it. He reached to touch it experimentally before sneezing.
“What did you do?” he asked in astonishment. “You didn’t give me cooties, did you?”