Fairies Are Not Bugs! [Active]

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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.

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“It’s not?” If that hadn’t been how to contract cooties, did that mean she still knew how to give them to him? Timon tried to look over at Tinkerbell but failed. He could feel her move onto his back again and felt frustrated by his inability to see her face when she spoke. Pumbaa must have felt this countless times when they had first met, though he had never said anything of it, typical of the warthog.

Timon was not comforted by the pixies response of magic having healed him. He was growing to be familiar with it but that did not mean he had to like (or believe) in it. It was unnatural and for many reasons unnerved him. Maybe, in this instance, it was better they couldn’t see each other's faces because Timon did not look nearly as thankful as Tinkerbell likely imagined.

“Yeah, I know. You don’t need to rub it in.” He gently poked his nose and frowned, knowing full well an apology should have followed his words.