Peter Pan.
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A mirror. Another good idea from Tootles. Tink did like to look at herself just like any other woman. He couldn’t blame her, or any of them either, because he enjoyed looking at them just as much as they enjoyed looking at themselves. “I do. I’m the best.” Peter beamed proudly at his friend and the compliment. “Tink’s so weird about her friends. I don’t get it. Why doesn’t she want me to be friends with them too? I’m great. Tink knows that, you know that, everyone should know that.” Peter blinked, stunned by Tootles’ words. Maybe she has a crush on her. Maybe she did. It was something that he had never considered. “I should ask her.”
A smile nudged itself unto Tootles’ lips at Peter’s strong confidence in himself. “You really are Peter.” He wished he could have that sort of belief in himself, it was marvelous. But Tootles could only dream of it, he knew he’d never be so strong to actually have that type of confidence. He had nothing of himself to be confident in. He wasn’t like Peter, who was so sharp and quick. He was clumsy, always broke things and messed things up. He had nothing to be proud of. “I don’t think there’s anyone I know as cool as you.” He could only give a light chuckle as Peter spoke about his greatness. As cool as the other was, humble sure wasn’t on the resume. Not that Tootles minded, the confidence was inspiring. “You are pretty neat.” He agreed. “Yeah, you know Tink. She could just be... possessive. I guess.” Though Tootles could only guess which person she was possessive of, and it probably wasn’t the other girl.











