Second Adventure // Hundred Acre Wood

[lockandkeyblade.livejournal.com]

Oh bother. Seems as if you've lost your way.

You've been meandering as 'whatever-you-are's tend to do quite often, if only because 'whatever-you-ares' are very good at meandering.

But perhaps it might have been better to do what 'whatever-you-are's do best some other time, since you are actually searching for a very specific somebody! They most certainly will help you today, you think. Help you find some hunny, or track down those dastardly heffalumps and woozles. Perhaps to help tend your garden, or build your house which will just fall over anyway. It always does. And maybe in the future, you'll need them to fetch you from that tree when you'll be blown into by a blustery wind on a blustery day!

Either way, you'll hear the pitter patter of footsteps approach from behind, perhaps a stranger, or perhaps a very good friend.

And when you turn, this maybe-friend-or-perhaps-stranger greets you!

Sora offers a hand. "There you are!" And a warm smile. "You ready?"




[ooc: Oh dear- you've been turned into a stuffed animal/person/creature in the Hundred Acre wood. But have no fear, whatever flight of fancy strikes you, Sora's here to help and protect! Action tags or prose, you can know you're dreaming or remain oblivious, have Sora take you on a misadventure, or take Sora on one of yours! Have fun and be as creative as you want - after all, it's what 'whatever-you-are's are best at. ]

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[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[Roxas isn't happy (http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3082/2282305611_c5caf9b97e.jpg). When Sora holds out his hand, Roxas attempts to swat it away-- for all the good that's doing him. He's...how did he get so small?!]

No. I'm staying here.

[Dare he even say he was almost embarrassed by the current situation? Possibly. It certainly felt like it.]

[On top of that he'd gone and stepped in a puddle, and now it felt like his foot was made of lead. It was all Sora's fault.]

[lockandkeyblade.livejournal.com]

Aw, c'mon Roxas. It's not that bad!

[There's this glimmer of excitement in Sora's voice, of this poorly masked delight in seeing his partner like this. He's totally not laughing, Roxas. Here's his most serious face.]

I think you look pretty good for a toy!

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

Not that bad for you.

[He'd figured, being Sora's Other-- no matter what world they were in, they'd at least end up in the same state. Not so. He's torn between being positively horrified and furious, plush face set into a heavy glare. It's not very effective.]

I may be a toy, but I don't need help walking. So you can't just-- [Uh. Uh, wind. Roxas wobbles violently in the breeze, before it dies down. Great; he'd weighed as much as a leaf. And with that he's just going to waddle in the other direction-- away from Sora.]

[He's not even going to try and summon the keyblade like this. If it as made of anything heavier than plastic, he'd just face plant anyway.]

[lockandkeyblade.livejournal.com]

[Oh man this is killing him. He even feels a little bad: Roxas is just short of angry, but Sora's never seen anything more adorable.] Hey wait up!

[He can see ever teeter, every stumble, every precarious moment that one or two or even both feet almost lift up from the floor.]

Uh... Are you sure? Maybe I oughta hold your hand just in case.

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[He should feel bad. He very well should, and if at all possible, Roxas' expression sours even more at the concern. He's fine!]

I can take care of myself. [Wasn't that what he'd been doing all those days before meeting Sora? Even in the few months after, when everything as awkward and he didn't really want their connection at all.]

[In fact, he's going to prove he's just fine, walking along more on his own before turning round and shooting a pointed look at Sora. See?]

[lockandkeyblade.livejournal.com]

I guess...

[Roxas is about as miserable as stuffed toys can look. He's got a foot soaked through with water, an irritated expression, and half the time he's just about being lifted off the ground by rogue winds. Sora's following closely behind, right up until his other turns on a soggy heel to face him.]

Roxas ... are you mad or something?

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[He's a stuffed toy. Pretty much useless in every department aside from cuddling, and Sora has to go and ask that question. He sighs, attempts to calm down and be rational. Uses a passive tone- it's not really Sora's fault, after all.]

[Except it is.]

Not at you. Just-- at this. [He waggles his arms about a little, which includes moving his hands, since he doesn't appear to have wrists or elbows, right now.]

This is worse than being a lion. It's like-- [Wind. WIND.]

[He's not so lucky this time. Before you can say 'silly old bear' Roxas is grasping onto a tree branch and staring down at Sora from what appears-- to him-- to be a dizzying height. As tall as Memory Skyscraper, ratio wise.]

[...What just happened.]

[ What just happened?! ]

[lockandkeyblade.livejournal.com]

[One minute Sora's face to face (or rather face to almost-knee) with Roxas and the next thing he knows, a rather strong wind blows up leaves and bits of dust around them. Sora shields his face from the wind, but when he lowers his arm, Roxas is nowhere to be found.]

R-roxas?

[He peers all around until his eyes wander upwards. Lo and behold, he spots his stuffed other clinging perilously to a tree limb. He jumps in place!]

ROXAS!

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

S-Sora...

[This was a far cry from what he'd expected this world to be. Holding hands with small, plush animals, maybe. Being plush himself? That hadn't been part of the bargain.]

[And yet here he is, clinging to a tree. And the wind is blowing again.]

Sora! Help! [There was no such thing as pride when you could be blown sky high- quite literally.]