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Tinker Bell (tink_says) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"Oh, yes. Children are, technically, the parents of all fairies. Every child gives birth to at least one fairy, though sometimes we're born as twins or triplets, just like human children. I am an only child, of course; I suppose I got lucky that way." She liked talking about herself, and about fairies, especially with people who had heard about either or in stories. She was not thinking about how it was inappropriate, nor was she thinking about the situation that they were in. She sort of had a one track mind, and she was easily distracted.

Her eyes widened. Japan sounded wonderful. All sorts of sweets? At first she began to imagine. After all, she'd only ever had a few English sweets here and there, and those weren't always the best. She was too distracted by the deliciousness of the topic to notice that his heart really wasn't in it. Tink hadn't really found much to eat of late, so this was a necessary conversation. The thought of food, after all, was like pretending, and pretending was very powerful. When she was hurt, she usually pretended that a doctor had fixed it, and it felt a little better.

"Pocky? What a strange word. What do you mean by packaged? You mean it comes wrapped in paper or something, like from the bakery? And what''s a kakigori? Or a... manjumizumee?" Her head almost spun. The words weren't any that she knew, and she was hungry. Learning words was fun, but not at the expense of her stomach. "I just want cake..."

Her ears perked up. "Why would you call him an idiot? He doesn't seem much like a silly ass to me." She shrugged a little. Maybe she didn't know him enough. "And I don't think you should call someone who's willing to make you cake by mean names. I mean, cake is a nice thing. Who doesn't love cake? Well, silly question. People who don't like sugar. But that's a grown up thing. Grown ups don't have time for sweets, only for boring things like finances and vitamins." Bleh. Vitamins sounded horrible, and they got people into trouble. She had almost died saving Peter from poison he thought was medicine.

The compliments he gave her made her glow brighten. She liked when people said nice things about her; they generally gave her a favorable opinion of them. Giggling softly, she canted her head to the side, following his arm to the wall. What on earth was he doing? Well, either way, she'd try to give him a hand. She flew forward to push against the wall as well, pushing as hard as she could. As she hovered there, she illuminated the area. Her eyes were closed tight and she made little huffing noises.

"Why are we doing this?" she grunted, glancing over her shoulder at him. Her wings quaked with the effort. "Do you think that through this wall is the way that we got in?" Not the way they would get out, mind you, but at least the way they got in.