It was an adventure

❝ Promise me you'll remember: You’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart, I’ll always be with you.❞ { AU Christopher Robin blog }

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                               Her stealth was to be expected. Years of living throughout the far stretched periods of time had trained her all too well. But no matter — maybe this child was too deep in mind to actually notice her presence; only right until she dared to come cross and approach him. She hummed a tuneful little hum and nodded at the offer. “That looks nice. Ooh, if you don’t mind sharing then I wouldn’t hesitate.” And she did take a piece of the chocolate out from the bar, even without him holding it out yet and casually popped it in her mouth. “Now, now. Tell me dearie, what’s your name?” 

[mournfulreality]

                               Christopher Robin's parents had never warned him about strangers--they lived far away in a country home, and the only interactions he had were with stuffed animals. Of course, they had warned him about the practical things like how animals aren't really supposed to talk and there's something wrong with you. He was a friendly boy, however, and was glad to be sharing with this woman. "Oh, yes. My name is Christopher Robin." He considered reaching out to shake her hand, but he was sure his fingers would be sticky so he refrained. "I like your hair." He added as an afterthought; the color was very vibrant! 

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                              Serena couldn’t indulge with the fact that one would insist going on a diet. For what reason — simply wanting to look good? Nonsense. Eating was a way for her to regain her youth, young mortal flesh and blood that she basked in was always her simple glory for beauty. And she lived with such sin heaving on her back. Never did she ever cared, and right now, eyeing the little blond that sat on his own, she casually moved from behind him, creeping up to take a seat next to him. “My, my. Are those not a lot of chocolates. They say children shouldn’t eat too much candies on their own. Or you’ll get sick” 

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                               He gave a small jump of alarm when he head a voice next to him, unaware that someone had been listening to him, the woman moved so quietly! Looking up from his candy bar, he seemed to calm down a little once he actually saw the stranger's face. "Oh, yeah--I wasn't planning on eating this all myself!" Christopher Robin laughed, tilting his head to the side in a silent moment of thought. "I was planning on sharing this with someone--but I couldn't find anyone!" He admitted, turning his head. "Unless you would like some?" 

[mournfulreality]

                               Christopher Robin's parents had no idea what to get for him as a present for Christmas--there were variants of toys and clothes and chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Usually, he would share his sweets with Pooh Bear or many of the others, but that silly bear was on a new diet and Christopher was having a hard time coaxing him into eating anything sweet. "I wish I had someone to share this with," He sighed, unwrapping a chocolate bar that was divided into small sections. He couldn't eat this all himself!

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⊰ ☠ ⊱ ;;   “Peachy. Because I don’t, either.” A slap on the forehead punctuated his vexation. Extra points for shaking his head. “We’ll have to ask around, since costs will apply to my tracker since I’m out of range. Since I’m not really good with people, can you go around and ask them where the closest bakery or candy shop is? I’ll follow—because you look like a kid, and you don’t need any more ‘where’s your mommy’ comments, right?”

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                               This man was quite strange, in Christopher's opinion. Though, he would not think badly of him; since he was offering to help, even if before he was acting quite mean. He nodded with a look of determination, turning on his heel and searching for a person who would most likely know where either of those shops reside. Looking over his shoulder so he wouldn't lose sight of the man, he set his gaze on a motherly woman and begun to ask her if she knew where he might find a candy shop or a bakery. He gave her a smile before returning to his new companion. "She said there was a bakery about ten blocks from here!"

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⊰ ☠ ⊱ ;;   “There you go. Well. The first places that come to mind is a bakery or candy shop.” At least he’s not looking like he’s gonna cry a waterfall anymore. “It’s mostly because I work in a bakery, myself, and there’s honey candies, as you most likely know. Whether molded or in its normal form, an animal’s nose can sniff it out, right?” A ghost of a smile appeared on Ryusei’s face, faking amiability to get someone off his back. Or perhaps to extract information later, in return, in which he could find a place to crash. “Which one is closer around here, though? We can’t start if we don’t know.”

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                               Christopher Robin listened intently, all the while thinking carefully. He hadn't seen any bakeries or candy shops while he was walking with his friend, though maybe he just wasn't paying attention. "Pooh Bear can smell honey from miles away," He muttered, surveying his surroundings before frowning. He had no idea which was closer, or even what the shops might be called--surely it couldn't just be titled Candy Shop, could it? "I'm not at all familiar with this area," he admitted. "I'm not sure where shops such as those might be." 

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⊰ ☠ ⊱ ;;  Life seemed to enjoy stepping all over Ryusei’s boots, or dropkicking him on the cheekbone. Sharp nails scratched at his head, becoming nearly concealed from their coloring. “It’s not? If it isn’t, do you have even a faint idea of where he might head towards?” he said, no characteristic, exasperated sigh given. “What kind of places does this friend of yours is attracted to? Maybe he’s there. It doesn’t require much thought, really.” A small shrug was given from his free shoulder. “Use our head a little; if you’re his friend, you should know these kind of things.”

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                               Reaching up an arm he wiped at his eyes, not bothering to be discreet about it. The man seemed to be giving in a bit, to which Christopher was grateful for, his shoulders relaxing as his urge to cry leaving quickly as it had washed over him. "Well..." He toed the ground with his shoe, bringing a thin finger to rest underneath his bottom lip, tilting his chin upwards as his eyes roamed the sky, as if the answer would be written in the clouds. "He would most likely go to a place where honey is sold--do you know of any places like that?" 

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⊰ ☠ ⊱ ;;   He’s playing with me; the disposition of a child, although he looks older. Even Ryusei’s case wasn’t as severe, in his personal opinion. His hand rests on his hip, still carrying that unapproachable aura. “Look, I have no time for child’s play. I’m not responsible for your lost goods. I’m have been looking for a place to rest, I’m thirsty, and hungry. Try someone else. Besides, you need to take a rest. You look like you’ve missed a few nights.” Perhaps that’s what causing him to see unusual things. Yeah, that has to be it. It can’t be that he’s saying odd things …

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                               Christopher Robin felt the sudden urge to break down in tears, and he almost did. The tears formed around his waterline, causing his eyes to turn glassy and for his rims to turn a red hue. He didn't understand why this man wasn't taking him seriously! His friend was lost, and if he didn't find him soon then he might hurt himself. "Please, sir...this isn't a game," He spoke softly, in a futile attempt to get him to understand. He should be used to it now, adults never wanted to just listen. At the jab at his appearance, Christopher Robin flinched, turning his head to the side. It was true, he hadn't slept for a few nights, due to the uneasy feeling he got upon laying in the dark. 

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⊰ ☠ ⊱ ;;   Ryusei has wandered into unknown territory, looking around for a place to crash after some mindless wandering. Anywhere was fine; even a sturdy branch than can handle his slight weight would be enough to catch some z’s. His task was interrupted by a rapping on his shoulder; turning, Ryusei’s lips turned downward, wiping off his shoulder as if someone placed something unpleasant on it. “Um. What? There’s nobody around that looks like that,” he said, chuckling to himself. “Or do you mean that he’s a toy or something of the sort? Even so, I haven’t.”

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                               This man looked incredibly grumpy and Christopher Robin found himself shrinking back a bit. Living such a sheltered life, he had never encountered the irrational anger of others; so this was a bit intimidating. Placing his hands behind his back, he frowned. "Well, yes he's a bear with a red shirt. He's probably looking for some honey--are you sure you haven't seen him?" Christopher's tone was desperate, and that was evident in his blue eyes. He really couldn't lose his friend, there's no telling what type of trouble he could get into! 

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                               That silly old bear was going to be the death of poor Christopher Robin. He had turned away for one second, and suddenly his golden friend was gone! This was really inconvenient, truly it was. With another hasty glance filled with worry, and with no sight of his tubby bear, he gnawed at his fingernails before deciding to ask someone for assistance. "Excuse me--" He called, tapping on an individual's shoulder. "It seems I've lost my friend and I was wondering if maybe you've seen him--he's small and has a round belly and golden fur." 

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                             The slightest sounds of chuckling that penetrated his ears brought him out of his trances. Timothy turned, looking around and finding a boy standing a few feet away from him. His face immediately ignited with red all over, and he could feel sweats forming at his temples, trickling down the sides of his face “You you you you ———— How much did you hear!” God he must had appeared silly to the boy. He didn’t mean to but it happened. He’s blaming the company who owned the building for polishing their glasses so well that Timmy could see his own handsome reflection in it. 

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                               He felt terribly bad for laughing, it was rude! The man was simply enjoying himself, but it was just such a funny sight! He found it endearing, he wasn't making fun of him at all, really. "I heard it all, I believe." He took a breath, trying to regain his composure and not embarrass the man further, it seemed his whole face was about to explode! "There's nothing to be ashamed of, mister. It's alright to like yourself." 

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                                 And here stood a too tall figure as he busied with himself; ignorant to his surrounding. Too preoccupied to his mirror image reflected by the shining mirror-like surface of the building he was facing. He couldn’t help but to find himself sometimes — a little too attractive. But of course that was just an unspoken and unpopular opinions of his own. Yet still, he couldn’t help but to admire himself once in a while; once when he was in his dormant state 

            “Who’s the man? You’re the man.” Tiny Timmy, yes, you’re the man! 

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                               Christopher Robin was aware of the strange things--and people--cities held. It was always so exciting for him, to see something new. It was a pleasant difference from his country home, after all. He was simply wandering now, already finishing the task he had asked his mother to take him into town for, and he walked upon a man looking at himself in the mirror. Christopher would have simply walked away, if he had not heard the words he repeated to himself. A small grin lined up on his face before he was laughing, bringing his sleeve up to his mouth and having a giggle fit into the material. He didn't mean to laugh, honest! It was just such a silly sight, it warmed his heart! 

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               ❝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???❞

[mournfulreality]

                               It seemed wherever Christopher was, Pooh soon followed--honestly, he hadn't even known the other was around, instead opting to sit in his newly made fort alone. Maybe he smelled like honey, and that was how Pooh always seemed to find him. 

                               He wasn't at all surprised to see a pot of honey in his hands, instead smiling softly at his friend. "That's quite alright. I'm just glad you're here now!" His enthusiasm was almost always saved for his friend, who was pressed against his body. It only made the fort so much warmer, having a silly bear transferring body heat. "What do I think about who hid your honey? Well, who's to say. Maybe you just misplaced it, you shouldn't blame others." Christopher Robin reprimanded gently, a small smile still in place. 

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                               Someone is in desperate need of a fort buddy. He even has some Christmas lights and fairy-tale stories to read!

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"No no! I should of been observing but I wans’t— Hey, let me make it up to you!" Really, she was just trying to help the guy out. He looked so scared and was he trembling? Nah. Probably just her eyes playing tricks on her. "H-Hey uh…" She let a gentle smile grace her features as she gave him a thumbs up. "Let me make it up to you, OK?" She repeated what she said, this time with more confidence and less stammering.

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                               "Make it up to me?" Christopher Robin asked, his head tilted to the side. That statement confused him--in his eyes, there really wasn't anything to make up for. After all, he was the one who caused this whole awkward mess. "There's no need, it's okay!" Reaching back to wipe the dirt off his trousers, Christopher offered a smile. He really needed to get some shopping done before it turned dark.

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Ashtad wasn’t expecting to run into anybody. Well, how could she? She had good observation skills… when she was paying attention. Which this time she wasn’t. Good job, Ash. She squealed when she ran into the boy. He just turned around so suddenly. And he was light; she could probably throw him quite a ways if she tried. She didn’t—But she could—…  “O-Oh my! Oh God!” The blonde stammered with her words. She held a gloved hand out for the other, a worried look on her face. “Are you all right? A-Are you hurt!?”

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                               The teen had always been small in stature, but when he stopped eating as much as he used to, it definitely had a large impact on his body. Falling on his bottom was quite surprising, and he blinked for a moment, the air jostled from his lungs. "A-ah," He begun shakily, clearing his throat. "Yes, I'm fine." Christopher murmured, moving to stand on his feet. He winced as the small of his back twinged with a dull pain. "It's all my fault. Sorry for bumping into you." He was actually a little embarrassed and moved his gaze downwards. He wasn't quite sure how to interact with others, even if he did give advice to his friends all the time--but that was quite different, and now he was at a loss for what to do exactly.

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                ❝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 book in the first place.

                      ❝Well, if we can find it! Let’s go find some good skipping rocks Christopher!❞

[mournfulreality]

                               Even if his concern was a tad bit illogical, Christopher Robin still liked to be polite. He was always careful with his friend, both in his bear form and out of, because Christopher card deeply for Pooh. He tightened his grip around the other's neck, but not so tight that it would hurt him, of course.  "Oh, hush you silly bear. You're no trouble to carry!" He gave a playful poke to his friends nose, tilting his head to the side so his face was hovering close to Pooh's ear. 

                              Considering Christopher grew up in 100 Aker Wood, spending most of his days playing with his friends, each bend and curve was familiar to him and he felt his heart fill with excitement as they neared closer and closer to their watery destination. Also, it helped to jolt his excitement with how fast his friend was going, Christopher bumping up with every step. He let out a small chuckle, going along with the other's jovial attitude. 

                               Upon reaching the river, Christopher climbed off--actually a little disappointed, considering how warm it was being in such close proximity to his honey-loving friend. The air was chilly, due to the season change, but it wasn't all that bad with his coat. 

                               "Riding in your boat would be wonderful, but if we can't find it then maybe next time!" After all, they had so many days to spend together. At least, as Christopher Robin planned. Next, he scurried over to a patch nearest the water, crouching down to look for rocks. Pushing back dirt and other rubble, he managed to pull out a nice, smooth, gray rock. Holding it up, he waved it around. "Look, I found one!" Placing it in his coat pocket, he proceeded to look for more. 

[mournfulreality]

                               Christopher Robin has received some information that a nasty, nasty Heffalump has been roaming around 100 Aker Wood. "Where is everyone?" Christopher pondered out loud. Maybe everyone was just holed up in their homes to find refuge against the scary creature. To be completely honest, Christopher was a little frightened himself, and a bit anxious to find his own friends.