When Anton yelled out and dropped his bottle of beer, Whipped cried out as well, flying back a few feet; within seconds, though, he was returning to his place before Anton’s eyes. He studied the nephilim’s face and scrunched his own face up while doing so, “You know, Anton, if I were you, I would try talking to the Dean about my problem.” The pixie looked around the room to make sure they were alone, “I’m not sure what the Dean is, but he’s very old and I can sense almost limitless power surging through him. Maybe he can create a talisman for you or train you in a technique to use.”
Whip did a circle in the air and chuckled, “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the Dean fixed you, Anton? Then I could touch you!” The pixie flew over to Anton’s ear, “I love touching, especially hugs! I hug all of my friends! You look incredibly huggable, Anton, did you know that? Uh huh, it’s true!”
Noting that Anton still looked a little dazed and confused, Whip knit his eyebrows trying to ferret out a reason for the boy’s predicament, when it came to him, “The bottle! You’re upset about the bottle! Oh, don’t be silly!” Darting from his position by Anton’s head, Whipper flew over the area where the beer bottle lay broken and spilled; the pixie waved his hand over the mess and it vanished as if it were never there. Once finished, Whip flew back up to his place in front of Anton’s face and wiped his hands together, “All gone! Now we can be happy!”
"How...? How are you doing that?", Anton asked in an uncertain voice.
“Doing what?”, Whip asked, “Flying? Shrinking? Magic? Why, I’m a Pixie, silly! All pixies can do what I do. We mainly use our gifts for aiding humans”, he smiled broadly, “Most of them really are quite dear, you know!” He flew upside down and looked at Anton’s face, “You look a lot like a human, but more…I like your face.” Righting himself, Whip crossed his arms over his chest and asked, “Have you ever kissed a boy? I haven’t, but I’ve kissed 5 pixie girls and I went alllllll the way with 3…”, he held 3 fingers up to illustrate. He rubbed his smooth chin and tapped his bottom lip, “I think I would kiss you, Anton. You are pretty and have nice lips, but I won’t do it until you get that scary power thing under control, okay?” Whip made the offer, never realizing how totally inappropriate he was being and then snapped his fingers, returning to his 6 ft height, “I guess you are more comfy with me like this, yes? So, another drink?”, the pixie conjured up another beer, “…and by the way, what are you?!”