08-30-2015, 11:25 PM
“Oh ho! Me please!” Mickey Mouse chimed in. “Blues? Mireya?”
“Oh, I’m good,” Blues smiled as he took a seat in the chair Mickey gestured toward. Mireya nodded her head at the offer of tea and then she, too, sought out a place on the floor to sit; unfortunately, none of the chairs in the Mickey’s Clubhouse seemed to be her size.
Minnie Mouse disappeared into the kitchen, off to fetch three cups of tea. Mickey glanced from his guests to the doorway his wife had just crossed through, and with a quick smile to Proto Man and Mireya, he dashed off behind her. She stood by a counter pouring the first cup of tea when the male mouse caught up to her. Mickey approached her, reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Good to see ya, hun,” he said, leaning in and planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Mmmhmm,” Minnie forced a smile, obviously still peeved about earlier. He’d been afraid of that.
“I’m sorry, Min,” the former King frowned, trying to get his wife to make eye contact. She continued pouring the second cup of tea, not looking at him. “Minnie, come on,” he pleaded, leaning on the counter and essentially forcing his face into her peripherals.
“Mickey, go entertain your guests,” she replied shortly, “and let me make this tea. For gosh’s sakes.” She huffed a little and slid the cups away from her husband.
Mickey’s frown only got deeper. He turned, dejectedly, and began to walk back towards the living room when Minnie Mouse’s voice piped up one more time. “Mickey,” she started, as if she were about to ask him something. The male mouse could hear the hesitation in his wife’s voice, and already he dreaded the question. She poured the third cup, letting the sound of tea falling into her fine china hang over the room for a second. Mickey shuddered in anticipation; his wife turned around slowly, not yet meeting his eyes. “…Mickey, how long are you staying?”
It wasn’t the normal version of that question, though. Her eyes fell to the floor, and the King knew that she wasn’t asking because she was excited to know how long they’d be together—rather, she was afraid to find out when she’d have to start worrying about him day and night again. Truthfully, the mouse knew that his and Minnie’s relationship had been rocky recently. Heck, the whole reason they’d gotten sucked into this Omniverse in the first place was because he’d gone off on some wild adventure, and ever since they’d been reunited he’d done pretty much nothing but leave her out in the cold. Of course, she’d found her own way—just like he knew she would—but it still admittedly wasn’t very fair of him. They were married, after all. Time together was something she had a right to want.
And the answer to her question, the honest answer, was probably something she did not want to hear in the slightest bit. But he had to say it. It’d been in the back of his mind the whole trip here, after all.
“…probably not long,” he sighed. Minnie harrumphed and turned away from him, picking up the cups of china one by one and placing them on a tray.
He hurried over to her, placing a hand on her waist. “Min, I’m sorry—”
“You always say that, but nothing ever changes,” the lady mouse jerked away from her husband, and when she turned around Mickey could see that tears were welling up inside her eyes. He bit his lip, and pulled her into a hug. She sobbed just the slightest bit into his shoulder as he struggled to come up with something to say.
“But I always come home,” he assured her, “and I always will. Especially while we’re here. You know primes always respawn. That big fella killed me in Dante’s Abyss, and I woke up without even a scratch on me!”
“You can’t rely on that, Mickey,” Minnie said, unburying her face and looking her husband in the eyes. “Right now, you just show back up at the Fountain, but what if Omni changes his mind? What if he decides to change the rules on us?”
“We’ll be long gone before he does that, Minnie.”
“Oh, no we won’t,” the Queen broke the embrace and picked up the tray of tea cups, “We’re stuck here. You know it, I know it, we might as well just admit it. I’ve tried to make myself a life, Mickey. That’s why I built the Clubhouse here. We can stay. We can be happy.” She looked at her husband with a little bit of hope that her words had brought him closer to the dire reality of their situation.
“I can’t get behind that,” he shook his head, “I wanna go home.”
“Me too, Mickey, but I don’t know if that’s even possible,” she told him. “Why don’t we just try and make the best of this, and if a way home pops up along the way, we take it?”
Mickey pondered the idea for a moment. He didn’t want to stay here. He wanted to go home, to get back to his people and defend them. He could only imagine what was happening—the Heartless running amok, Donald and Goofy and Daisy trying their best to quell the chaos as the de facto leaders of the land in his and Minnie’s absence. And what of that new Keyblade wielder Yen Sid had told him about? Certainly that boy needed direction, and he wasn’t there to give it. The mouse shook off the thoughts; they frustrated him too much.
“If that’s the case then all the more reason for me to go find Samus,” Mickey piped up, “She’s starting something. Something that—if I’m gonna be here for a while—I really think I should help her out with. I think it’d do some good here, hun.”
Just then, the sunglasses-toting preteen machine peeked through the doorway. “Everything alright? Just wanted to check.”
Minnie responded first, and snappily. “Yes, everything’s fine—I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name?”
Proto Man nodded. “Of course, sorry,” he smiled, “It’s Blues. And my friend in there is Mireya.”
“Blues, yeah,” Mickey placed a hand on Minnie’s shoulder, “Blues, I was just telling Minnie about Samus and MESH. And how that’s probably something that we should check out.” The mouse didn’t know if Proto Man had planned on sticking together following the excursion to Ambrosia—their conversation on the way from Yggdra-whatever to here had most just included stories about the Blight from Proto Man and Mireya and Dante’s Abyss from Mickey—but the call to arms Samus had sent them was something that the mouse felt needed to be answered. Yes, he wanted to go search for a way home, but perhaps Minnie was right; perhaps staying here would be their inevitable fate. And if it was, MESH was something that he felt he needed to get himself into.
The preteen machine, like Mickey, had exchanged some electronic letters (some people called them “e-mails” but Mickey didn’t really get that term) over the Dataverse with Samus during their travels. The pair had discussed Samus’ new organization with growing interest the hazier their next goal seemed. With the Blight ended, Proto Man had nowhere to go, and with his and Minnie’s Empire tail ditched, the only things Mickey had to worry about were his bad dreams.
“Let’s head into the living room,” Minnie deflected the conversation away from the subject, “I’m sure Mireya wants her tea.”
Indeed, the night elf seemed to be usually itching for her drink when Minnie arrived with the tray. The lady mouse sat it down on a table in the middle of the room and then passed Mireya her normal-sized cup; the former sentinel would admit that she was a bit surprised that the pint-sized house didn’t also have pint-sized tea cups. “So, Mireya,” Minnie started up conversation again, “Will you be staying in Ambrosia?”
The venom in her voice was evident to everyone in the room.
“Oh, I’m good,” Blues smiled as he took a seat in the chair Mickey gestured toward. Mireya nodded her head at the offer of tea and then she, too, sought out a place on the floor to sit; unfortunately, none of the chairs in the Mickey’s Clubhouse seemed to be her size.
Minnie Mouse disappeared into the kitchen, off to fetch three cups of tea. Mickey glanced from his guests to the doorway his wife had just crossed through, and with a quick smile to Proto Man and Mireya, he dashed off behind her. She stood by a counter pouring the first cup of tea when the male mouse caught up to her. Mickey approached her, reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Good to see ya, hun,” he said, leaning in and planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Mmmhmm,” Minnie forced a smile, obviously still peeved about earlier. He’d been afraid of that.
“I’m sorry, Min,” the former King frowned, trying to get his wife to make eye contact. She continued pouring the second cup of tea, not looking at him. “Minnie, come on,” he pleaded, leaning on the counter and essentially forcing his face into her peripherals.
“Mickey, go entertain your guests,” she replied shortly, “and let me make this tea. For gosh’s sakes.” She huffed a little and slid the cups away from her husband.
Mickey’s frown only got deeper. He turned, dejectedly, and began to walk back towards the living room when Minnie Mouse’s voice piped up one more time. “Mickey,” she started, as if she were about to ask him something. The male mouse could hear the hesitation in his wife’s voice, and already he dreaded the question. She poured the third cup, letting the sound of tea falling into her fine china hang over the room for a second. Mickey shuddered in anticipation; his wife turned around slowly, not yet meeting his eyes. “…Mickey, how long are you staying?”
It wasn’t the normal version of that question, though. Her eyes fell to the floor, and the King knew that she wasn’t asking because she was excited to know how long they’d be together—rather, she was afraid to find out when she’d have to start worrying about him day and night again. Truthfully, the mouse knew that his and Minnie’s relationship had been rocky recently. Heck, the whole reason they’d gotten sucked into this Omniverse in the first place was because he’d gone off on some wild adventure, and ever since they’d been reunited he’d done pretty much nothing but leave her out in the cold. Of course, she’d found her own way—just like he knew she would—but it still admittedly wasn’t very fair of him. They were married, after all. Time together was something she had a right to want.
And the answer to her question, the honest answer, was probably something she did not want to hear in the slightest bit. But he had to say it. It’d been in the back of his mind the whole trip here, after all.
“…probably not long,” he sighed. Minnie harrumphed and turned away from him, picking up the cups of china one by one and placing them on a tray.
He hurried over to her, placing a hand on her waist. “Min, I’m sorry—”
“You always say that, but nothing ever changes,” the lady mouse jerked away from her husband, and when she turned around Mickey could see that tears were welling up inside her eyes. He bit his lip, and pulled her into a hug. She sobbed just the slightest bit into his shoulder as he struggled to come up with something to say.
“But I always come home,” he assured her, “and I always will. Especially while we’re here. You know primes always respawn. That big fella killed me in Dante’s Abyss, and I woke up without even a scratch on me!”
“You can’t rely on that, Mickey,” Minnie said, unburying her face and looking her husband in the eyes. “Right now, you just show back up at the Fountain, but what if Omni changes his mind? What if he decides to change the rules on us?”
“We’ll be long gone before he does that, Minnie.”
“Oh, no we won’t,” the Queen broke the embrace and picked up the tray of tea cups, “We’re stuck here. You know it, I know it, we might as well just admit it. I’ve tried to make myself a life, Mickey. That’s why I built the Clubhouse here. We can stay. We can be happy.” She looked at her husband with a little bit of hope that her words had brought him closer to the dire reality of their situation.
“I can’t get behind that,” he shook his head, “I wanna go home.”
“Me too, Mickey, but I don’t know if that’s even possible,” she told him. “Why don’t we just try and make the best of this, and if a way home pops up along the way, we take it?”
Mickey pondered the idea for a moment. He didn’t want to stay here. He wanted to go home, to get back to his people and defend them. He could only imagine what was happening—the Heartless running amok, Donald and Goofy and Daisy trying their best to quell the chaos as the de facto leaders of the land in his and Minnie’s absence. And what of that new Keyblade wielder Yen Sid had told him about? Certainly that boy needed direction, and he wasn’t there to give it. The mouse shook off the thoughts; they frustrated him too much.
“If that’s the case then all the more reason for me to go find Samus,” Mickey piped up, “She’s starting something. Something that—if I’m gonna be here for a while—I really think I should help her out with. I think it’d do some good here, hun.”
Just then, the sunglasses-toting preteen machine peeked through the doorway. “Everything alright? Just wanted to check.”
Minnie responded first, and snappily. “Yes, everything’s fine—I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name?”
Proto Man nodded. “Of course, sorry,” he smiled, “It’s Blues. And my friend in there is Mireya.”
“Blues, yeah,” Mickey placed a hand on Minnie’s shoulder, “Blues, I was just telling Minnie about Samus and MESH. And how that’s probably something that we should check out.” The mouse didn’t know if Proto Man had planned on sticking together following the excursion to Ambrosia—their conversation on the way from Yggdra-whatever to here had most just included stories about the Blight from Proto Man and Mireya and Dante’s Abyss from Mickey—but the call to arms Samus had sent them was something that the mouse felt needed to be answered. Yes, he wanted to go search for a way home, but perhaps Minnie was right; perhaps staying here would be their inevitable fate. And if it was, MESH was something that he felt he needed to get himself into.
The preteen machine, like Mickey, had exchanged some electronic letters (some people called them “e-mails” but Mickey didn’t really get that term) over the Dataverse with Samus during their travels. The pair had discussed Samus’ new organization with growing interest the hazier their next goal seemed. With the Blight ended, Proto Man had nowhere to go, and with his and Minnie’s Empire tail ditched, the only things Mickey had to worry about were his bad dreams.
“Let’s head into the living room,” Minnie deflected the conversation away from the subject, “I’m sure Mireya wants her tea.”
Indeed, the night elf seemed to be usually itching for her drink when Minnie arrived with the tray. The lady mouse sat it down on a table in the middle of the room and then passed Mireya her normal-sized cup; the former sentinel would admit that she was a bit surprised that the pint-sized house didn’t also have pint-sized tea cups. “So, Mireya,” Minnie started up conversation again, “Will you be staying in Ambrosia?”
The venom in her voice was evident to everyone in the room.
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