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@merrifruous
Someone is in desperate need of a fort buddy. He even has some Christmas lights and fairy-tale stories to read!
❝Waaaah ~! Christopher Robin it's so pretty!❞
Exclaimed Pooh as he stared so adoringly at the blinking Christmas lights. He held a pot of honey tightly in his arms and he ran over to where the blond boy sat, quick to plop beside him and snuggle close.
❝I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner! I had to find the Hunny! I think it was Rabbit who hid it from. What do you think???❞
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merrifruous said:ooc;; whispers me — 8,^)
My friend was breeding pokemonz and she gave me a shiny!male Buneary in exchange for my shiny!Eevee. She named it Deonte for me I'm so happy ahhhhhhh/////
"…How do you even?"
❝I don't know!! But help!! Please!!❞
That’s something Christopher Robin liked about Pooh Bear, how he could take a suggestion and translate it into exactly what Christopher himself wanted to do, while shooting back just as much enthusiasm about the prospect as he, if not more.
"Yes! That sounds absolutely grand!" Christopher countered, clapping his hands together with a high level of excitement. When a piece of flaxen hair fell in front of sapphire eyes, a thin wrist flicked out to push it back, not even noticing that Pooh Bear was crouching on the ground until his voice resonated upwards.
"On your back?" He questioned, more out of politeness than anything before he was suddenly grinning wide, cheeks tinted a light pink from the strain. "Yes, please!" He chanted, quickly climbing onto his friend’s back. There was no time for hesitance, after all, that position couldn’t have been very comfortable. "I’m not too heavy, am I?" Such a silly question from a boy who looked as though he could be carried by the wind.
❝No not too heavy at all! I must've been heavy, considering how tubby I am!❞
The boy was so silly to think that -- Christopher was short and small that it wasn't a bother to the Bear to carry him. And Pooh was referring to when Christopher would carry around the teddy bear version of him -- golden colored and stuffed with spongey clouds his dear friend called 'cotton'. Once Christopher Robin had climbed onto his back did Pooh stand, holding onto the blond boy's legs did Pooh began to walk out of the living room, through the front door and find the quickest path that would lead them into the 100 Aker Wood.
It was a path that had been taken for many years, and the Pooh was quite familiar with, bounding down the dirt road excitably, but not with too much zeal as to let Christopher fall. The air was a bit nippy, but the sun was still out, and it was pleasant enough; the tall blond hummed a happy tune as he passed the 100 Aker Wood's tall trees and berry bushes, which were for the most bare due to the season. By no time however, they were by the river, and Pooh crouched down to let Christopher Robin climb off his back.
❝Here we are! Oh I wonder if I can find my boat?❞
And by boat, he meant the umbrella -- which actually wasn't such a very good boat in the first place.
❝Well, if we can find it! Let's go find some good skipping rocks Christopher!❞
あなたの手を取りたい。
I want to hold your hand.
❝I'm stuck!! Someone help!!!❞
The Pooh yells so loudly but it's certain that his voice is muffled -- since he did indeed get his head stuck inside this honey pot. This was the... eleventyfifth time??? Oh what a bother. But, this is what he gets trying to get every lick of honey out of the pot!!
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superhuman--catastrophe:
"H-Hey…! Don’t yell, you’re scaring the dog…!"
❝No it's a H-Heffalump!! W-Wha -- it scared of me??❞
The Pooh was confused by such a notion as silly and willy as that! If anyone should be scared, it should be him! Not the terrible beast who looked like it ate Pooh Bears for breakfast!
muu-kun:
{ ﾟヮﾟ }—”What is a heffalump? This is just Muu-kun.”
❝N-No not you! Not a Muu-kun! A Heffalump! That terrifying beast!❞
The Pooh will point towards the very big dog who's attention he has caught by being so loud. And at soon as his eyes lock with the dog's does Pooh give a yelp and jump... And try to hide behind this boy named Muu-kun in fear. Pooh could be brave, but for now he was just going to be scared.
mournfulreality:
Christopher gave a bashful smile at the compliment, toeing at the ground with his shoe. “Oh, Pooh. You’re smart as well!” He believed it, too. Christopher Robin would most definitely not give out false claims! He genuinely thought his golden-haired friend was intelligent, if not in the traditional sense, then in his own way.
He swung his thin arms, hands now encased in Pooh’s own warm, sticky palms. He gave a squeeze back, trying to be gentle as well, though it’s not at all like his frail fingers could do much damage.
"Oh, well I was wondering if we could go down by the water today. It’s surprisingly pleasant outside for the season, and who knows when the next time will be that playing by the river will be!" He could only hope there would be some nice rocks to skip across the surface! That was his favorite thing to do by the river, after all.
❝Awh, thank you very much Christopher!❞
Though the Bear didn't believe himself to be intelligent -- but yes, possible in his very own Pooh way he was! But what he lacks in Brain, he makes up in Heart, which is why he loves and understands so much just like Christopher Robin, or perhaps even more-so!
❝Oh, that sounds lovely! Maybe we can skip rocks and see dragonflies!❞
Probably not swim though, with the weather and all. The Pooh Bear wouldn't want Christopher Robin to get sick, since the boy could get ill so easily being so fragile and all. Grinning all the while, Pooh crouches down in front of Christopher, releasing his hand free from the boy and looks back to smile at him, gesturing for the boy to climb on his back.
❝C'mon Christopher Robin I'll carry you there!❞
piantogrande:
“G-g-god that’s te-terrible!” He stiffened, gulping a mouthful of saliva down his throat as if that could ease him a little. He looked to the side, seeing nothing but a huge dog — but maybe it wasn’t the dog that this frantic looking man was talking about. “W-we must hide from this beast!!! I d-don’t want to be eaten like a honey!”
❝It is! It really is!❞
The frightened Pooh Bear definitely thinks the very big dog is the dreaded Heffalump -- but he doesn't want to point it out, in fear that he'll and the other male will be spotted. Instead he nods fervently at the suggestion, a hand already pulling on the taller man's sleeve to drag him along.
❝Oh we must! Where will we hide though?! In the trees?!❞
piantogrande:
”Wah!!! Wh-what’s a hef-hef-heffalump!?” God stranger you’re making Timmy freaking out; as he stood behind him, jumping in his stance too. No he couldn’t see the big dog, attention fixated at the scared man.
❝It's a very scary beast!!❞
Super, tremendously scary indeed! He turns to face this tall, sweaty man, fear evident and lips woobly.
❝They'll eat you up like how bears eat Hunny!!!❞
❝WAH IT'S A HEFFALUMP!!!❞
Pooh that is just a very big dog. Calm down.
