05-21-2015, 03:06 PM
“…hey, pal? You alright?”
Mickey leapt as high as he could—admittedly, not very high at all—and waved a gloved hand in his new buddy’s face, but Luffy just continued staring off into space, unphased.
The unlikely duo’s escapades had taken their toll on the pirate captain, it seemed.
“Guhh!...huff…huff…the heck…what…was that?!” the boy grunted, breaking from his trance.
“I dunno,” Mickey shrugged, “you just kinda checked out there for a sec, bud.” Luffy scowled, and the mouse thought he might have caught a flash of embarrassment flash across the pirate’s face.
Up until that point, though, Mickey had been having a surprising amount of fun exploring the facility with the boy. Between their little skiing accident and stuffing their faces in any restaurant that looked mildly appetizing, their adventures had not only been a shockingly good time but had also served to relax the mouse, who up until that point had been nothing but stressed about this awful competition.
The good times did not seem to be lost on Luffy, either. Even when Mickey’s antics on the mountains had sent him violently tumbling down in a big ball of snow, he had laughed it off. At this point, the King shuddered to think that any of the people signed up for this competition were his friends, but… in Luffy, he might have found something like a friend.
Their adventures, it seemed, were not meant to take up all that much time; as the pair crossed back into the Lobby from their last little detour into the dojo, they were greeted by a bunch of Dante’s Abyss grunts setting up two stages on either end of the hall-way. Mickey didn’t have an inkling what the stages might be used for, and if his puzzled expression was any indication, his pal didn’t have a clue, either.
“They sure like pizazz here,” Mickey commented.
“Everything’s so shiny,” Luffy added. Nothing got past that boy.
The pirate captain tilted his head to the side as he stared at the stage being set up near the elevator. “Something fancy’s about to happen, I bet,” he nodded matter-of-factly, “what d’you think, panther guy?”
Once again, Luffy’s gross incorrectness astounded Mickey. But, in the interest of friendship, he determined that he wouldn’t correct him. So what if this guy thought he was a tiny panther? Better than being recognized as Mickey Mouse, King of the Disney Realms and Ruler of Disney Castle. That type of attention was not something the mouse wanted—ever.
“I dunno,” Mickey shrugged, “Probably gettin’ ready for this shindig to start, I s’pose.”
Mickey turned and looked up at his lanky compadré. “Wanna go check it out, pal?” Luffy nodded, and the pair pushed into the crowd, heading toward the far stage and what would certainly be the center of the next bit of commotion.
Mickey leapt as high as he could—admittedly, not very high at all—and waved a gloved hand in his new buddy’s face, but Luffy just continued staring off into space, unphased.
The unlikely duo’s escapades had taken their toll on the pirate captain, it seemed.
“Guhh!...huff…huff…the heck…what…was that?!” the boy grunted, breaking from his trance.
“I dunno,” Mickey shrugged, “you just kinda checked out there for a sec, bud.” Luffy scowled, and the mouse thought he might have caught a flash of embarrassment flash across the pirate’s face.
Up until that point, though, Mickey had been having a surprising amount of fun exploring the facility with the boy. Between their little skiing accident and stuffing their faces in any restaurant that looked mildly appetizing, their adventures had not only been a shockingly good time but had also served to relax the mouse, who up until that point had been nothing but stressed about this awful competition.
The good times did not seem to be lost on Luffy, either. Even when Mickey’s antics on the mountains had sent him violently tumbling down in a big ball of snow, he had laughed it off. At this point, the King shuddered to think that any of the people signed up for this competition were his friends, but… in Luffy, he might have found something like a friend.
Their adventures, it seemed, were not meant to take up all that much time; as the pair crossed back into the Lobby from their last little detour into the dojo, they were greeted by a bunch of Dante’s Abyss grunts setting up two stages on either end of the hall-way. Mickey didn’t have an inkling what the stages might be used for, and if his puzzled expression was any indication, his pal didn’t have a clue, either.
“They sure like pizazz here,” Mickey commented.
“Everything’s so shiny,” Luffy added. Nothing got past that boy.
The pirate captain tilted his head to the side as he stared at the stage being set up near the elevator. “Something fancy’s about to happen, I bet,” he nodded matter-of-factly, “what d’you think, panther guy?”
Once again, Luffy’s gross incorrectness astounded Mickey. But, in the interest of friendship, he determined that he wouldn’t correct him. So what if this guy thought he was a tiny panther? Better than being recognized as Mickey Mouse, King of the Disney Realms and Ruler of Disney Castle. That type of attention was not something the mouse wanted—ever.
“I dunno,” Mickey shrugged, “Probably gettin’ ready for this shindig to start, I s’pose.”
Mickey turned and looked up at his lanky compadré. “Wanna go check it out, pal?” Luffy nodded, and the pair pushed into the crowd, heading toward the far stage and what would certainly be the center of the next bit of commotion.
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