Woody’s eyes widen a bit as she messed with his hat, almost about to flail if she pushed it down anymore, before she lifted the hat back up to look at him. The edge of his lip winced a bit as soon as she scolded him for lying. Well shoot, that took him aback a bit, not that he can protest, he was giving a lie about being fine. But Woody guessed it really was just so darn hard to hide emotions like that.
And there with a simple touch, Tinkerbell softened, Woody looked at her hand then back to her as she spoke. He gave a half chuckle in response, “Yea… I ‘spose no one is.”
Woody watched Tinkerbell as retrieved what looked like colorful bead. He gave a small smile and nodded, “I got somethin’ too.” Woody sat back down on a seat and lifted his book to show his old owner’s signature ‘ANDY’. He tapped it, “Reminds me of all the good times I had with him. Plus, all my friends got that name written on them. Bullseye got it on his hooves too, though,” chuckles, “He has make sure it’s spelled right when he holds them up.”
“It’s one way we’re connected I think, we’ve all got history of such great adventures and friendship with that signature,” Woody smiled, “And I’m glad to have met them. You know what though,” he puts his boot back down, “I’m also glad to have met you too, you’re a good friend. You, Sora, and everyone I’ve met here thus far.” He snapped his finger, “Heeey… Hey we should, we should get something, to remember each other! Like uh, uhm…”
Woody started searching his pockets and looked around him, trying to see if he can get something for her. “Aha!” Woody pulled out yellow string from his boot and came over to Tinkerbell, “Something like this I think.” He then put the small string around her wrist as if it were a bracelet and tied a little bow. Woody gave her smile, and rubbed the back of his neck, “Well it’s uh, it’s not much, but it’s a start you know.”
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And there with a simple touch, Tinkerbell softened, Woody looked at her hand then back to her as she spoke. He gave a half chuckle in response, “Yea… I ‘spose no one is.”
Woody watched Tinkerbell as retrieved what looked like colorful bead. He gave a small smile and nodded, “I got somethin’ too.” Woody sat back down on a seat and lifted his book to show his old owner’s signature ‘ANDY’. He tapped it, “Reminds me of all the good times I had with him. Plus, all my friends got that name written on them. Bullseye got it on his hooves too, though,” chuckles, “He has make sure it’s spelled right when he holds them up.”
“It’s one way we’re connected I think, we’ve all got history of such great adventures and friendship with that signature,” Woody smiled, “And I’m glad to have met them. You know what though,” he puts his boot back down, “I’m also glad to have met you too, you’re a good friend. You, Sora, and everyone I’ve met here thus far.” He snapped his finger, “Heeey… Hey we should, we should get something, to remember each other! Like uh, uhm…”
Woody started searching his pockets and looked around him, trying to see if he can get something for her. “Aha!” Woody pulled out yellow string from his boot and came over to Tinkerbell, “Something like this I think.” He then put the small string around her wrist as if it were a bracelet and tied a little bow. Woody gave her smile, and rubbed the back of his neck, “Well it’s uh, it’s not much, but it’s a start you know.”