"Doesn't he?" Amphy agreed with a soft laugh, unable to look at its sewn red and white face without imagining the stuffed animal sitting behind a desk doing his taxes or something, always on time every year. It had the face of a determined, diligent man who didn't have kids yet, but he would rather adopt anyways.
At least, that's what the faun thought, looking at its face that was totally neutral and seemed to loll slightly on is just-under-perfectly-stuffed body.
Of course, Mr. Bearington's sheer size was an inconvenience. He was just about as tall as Amphy was, and even though holding him just under the arms and hefted slightly kept its legs from dragging on the ground, it obscured his sight something fierce to the point where he found himself walking off kilter towards Ardos to avoid the people and slightly jutting booths that his new inanimate friend's body was obscuring.
But he didn't even care! Ardos had won him a stuffed animal and easily dunked a douche bag into the water tank! That was like six movie tropes all hit in one fell swoop! This was promising to be a great day if they could keep this up.
Hearing Ardos call his name, he turned to him.
And the faun's heart stopped.
Hand holding... god, he wanted to. He'd gotten a taste of how rough even the skin you wouldn't expect was. The shoulder, the face, the arm--all scarred and rough. Shifting the bear slowly so he was holding it with one hand, he checked his other (not sweaty, good) before offering it to Ardos to hold. "I... uh, I would like that."
Letting his hand be taken, he would seem to shimmer as the sound of music became louder and angrier as they approached the band Amphy remembered from Ardos' shirts.
At least, that's what the faun thought, looking at its face that was totally neutral and seemed to loll slightly on is just-under-perfectly-stuffed body.
Of course, Mr. Bearington's sheer size was an inconvenience. He was just about as tall as Amphy was, and even though holding him just under the arms and hefted slightly kept its legs from dragging on the ground, it obscured his sight something fierce to the point where he found himself walking off kilter towards Ardos to avoid the people and slightly jutting booths that his new inanimate friend's body was obscuring.
But he didn't even care! Ardos had won him a stuffed animal and easily dunked a douche bag into the water tank! That was like six movie tropes all hit in one fell swoop! This was promising to be a great day if they could keep this up.
Hearing Ardos call his name, he turned to him.
And the faun's heart stopped.
Hand holding... god, he wanted to. He'd gotten a taste of how rough even the skin you wouldn't expect was. The shoulder, the face, the arm--all scarred and rough. Shifting the bear slowly so he was holding it with one hand, he checked his other (not sweaty, good) before offering it to Ardos to hold. "I... uh, I would like that."
Letting his hand be taken, he would seem to shimmer as the sound of music became louder and angrier as they approached the band Amphy remembered from Ardos' shirts.