Though in his years as champion and travelling through worlds Light had come across many bizarre sights, a doll capable of moving on its own was one of the stranger things he'd witnessed. Instinct - or perhaps force of habit - had him on the defensive at first, but time spent with Alk and Stella told him that sometimes dialogue with the unfamiliar would be much more productive.
Maybe there was a reason the World Flipper separated them as they arrived in this world, a test for what he'd learned. Taking a deep breath, the champion approached the other with a friendly smile.
☆☆ ❝ Pardon, wooden friend. Perhaps you could provide me with some direction, my companions have been separated from me and seeing as we're new in these parts I could use some direction. ❞
a nice sandwich by the harbor is one of those simple pleasures in life that, while rarely to cross his mind, is oddly pleasant. beautiful seaside town in all of its glory is an inviting orchestra of waves crashing into pier and concrete, and although the occasional wayfaring seagull may try to seize his goods, he overall enjoys his time. he makes sure to pack anything but fish with him as his lunch today, just in case it boosts the chance of dodging bird crimes. those fiends loved the tuna and crackers he brought with him last time.
the sudden voice behind him admittedly pulls him out of a reverie, more with a gentle tug and less with a shuttle launch. it is, however, plenty to throw a wrench into his plans, for his hands reflexively squeeze his sandwich... aaand out slides his one beefy slice of tomato from within, plopping over the boardwalk and into the ocean. somberly, he acknowledges his little accident. rest in peace, little tomato. may it distract a hungry bird from the rest of his food.
❝ ah... ❞ he has bigger priorities to tend to, but there is that brief spell of disappointment. he glances over his shoulder, as amicable and willing to assist as ever. ❝ oh, hey there. you said you needed——
❝ —— direction? ❞ his sentence is finished with a voice crack. so quickly does he notice it, but even faster still does he realize why it happened. behind him... is none other than a super cute bunny creature. his pelt is both a cream and pure white, and his eyes an aquatic blue (fittingly enough). he's even dressed in his own little set of fitting garb for his tiny, fluffy body. oh, stars. he's adorable.
compose yourself, ♡♪!?. he's obviously a walking, talking, regular guy like you. don't just squeeze him like some sort of doll.
❝ of— of course! i would be happy to help you, sir bunny! ❞ cute, cute bunny... cuddly... soft... warm... ❝ i frequent this place often, so i know this town like the back of my hands! what do your companions look like, exactly? ❞
