07-06-2017, 06:53 AM
"We've come so farrrrr! My legs hurrrrt!"
Bobby looked inconsolable, his head buried in his arms, which were in turn resting on his knees. Butt down, motivation down, depressingly bleak white floor down.
"Cheer up good sir, there's only 24 kilometres to go! You've already done one, you've done so well, indubitably! We just need to press on a little more."
It was true; the distance covered before the complaining was pitiful, but that is to be expected for someone who never ventured out of that scary wooden archway at the front of their house.
Cuddles started bouncing around in circles around him, clearly far more full of energy than his best friend.
"We're gonna have a picnic, it's gonna be great, I like it a lot, just like your faaaace!"
Cuddles hopped onto his should and bent over, nuzzling the back of Bobby's head with his spineless little arms.
"..."
Sylvester just smiled and stared.
"Thanks Sylvester, you always know just what to say."
With that, Bobby stood up, almost sending Cuddles flying. Instead, he teetered and tottered on the shoulder a bit longer, before toppling into the waiting arms of Reginald... Who 'accidentally' dropped him after the initial catch. He clearly did care somewhat for his rival for Worthing's affections, though he wouldn't admit it.
"What we need... Is a vehimicle!"
"I think you mean a vehicle, sir!"
"YAAAAY! Vehimicle!"
Cuddles wasn't even worried about being dropped, his overwhelming optimism presumably leading him to believe it was a legitimate accident rather than through any type of malice. He was bouncing around Bobby again, much like before.
"Is it gonna be big? Is it gonna be glittery? Will it have wings? Heated seats? Ooh, will it be... Super duper fast?"
"Oh yes, Cuddles, oh yes, it will be fast... For you see, Cuddles, I know of the super-duper-fastingest vehimicle out there. Get ready, and call me Sylvester because I'm about to rock your world!
Sylvester just smiled and stared. If he could cringe, though, things would probably be different.
"Remember, Bobby my friend, breathe in... Slowly, may I add, then out... Again, slowly. Picture it in your mind, and let the magic of this world do the rest."
Plonking himself on the floor very quickly, a hint of pain and regret could be seen on the manchild's face before he set off to the task at hand.
_________
Minutes passed, and the summoning was almost at it's completion.
"Iiii know what it iiiis! Iiii know what it iiiis!"
"Yes, Cuddles, we are all indubitably aware."
"Do you know what it is, Sir Reginald?"
"Yes."
"Weee know what it iiiis!"
"Oh for the love of antiquated caste systems..."
The petty squabbling was interrupted with a noticeable, albeit not blinding flash. From the mind of Bobby and through the power of Omnilium, the 'vehimicle' had appeared; A tricycle. But not any tricycle, oh no, there were thick rubber handles with all the shades of the rainbow, discs on the sides of the wheels with bright yellow smiley faces, multicolored tissue paper streamers off of the plush back seat... And I say back seat because there were more than one. Each was custom molded and sized for Bobby and his buddies, with some tiny pedals beneath reginalds and even some equally diminutive pedals above Cuddles's, just so he could use his hands. Arm-stubs. Whatever.
"Woooooah!"
"Wasn't what I had in mind, but certainly appears both safe and functional, good sir!"
"Now how's THAT for a vehimicle! Shall we tally pip, Mr Reginald? Um, Sir Reginald"
"Absolutely, it shall be the most grandiose of journeys! Onward ho!"
With that, they all climbed aboard their new, trusty steed, heading towards the grassy fields of Camelot.
Bobby looked inconsolable, his head buried in his arms, which were in turn resting on his knees. Butt down, motivation down, depressingly bleak white floor down.
"Cheer up good sir, there's only 24 kilometres to go! You've already done one, you've done so well, indubitably! We just need to press on a little more."
It was true; the distance covered before the complaining was pitiful, but that is to be expected for someone who never ventured out of that scary wooden archway at the front of their house.
Cuddles started bouncing around in circles around him, clearly far more full of energy than his best friend.
"We're gonna have a picnic, it's gonna be great, I like it a lot, just like your faaaace!"
Cuddles hopped onto his should and bent over, nuzzling the back of Bobby's head with his spineless little arms.
"..."
Sylvester just smiled and stared.
"Thanks Sylvester, you always know just what to say."
With that, Bobby stood up, almost sending Cuddles flying. Instead, he teetered and tottered on the shoulder a bit longer, before toppling into the waiting arms of Reginald... Who 'accidentally' dropped him after the initial catch. He clearly did care somewhat for his rival for Worthing's affections, though he wouldn't admit it.
"What we need... Is a vehimicle!"
"I think you mean a vehicle, sir!"
"YAAAAY! Vehimicle!"
Cuddles wasn't even worried about being dropped, his overwhelming optimism presumably leading him to believe it was a legitimate accident rather than through any type of malice. He was bouncing around Bobby again, much like before.
"Is it gonna be big? Is it gonna be glittery? Will it have wings? Heated seats? Ooh, will it be... Super duper fast?"
"Oh yes, Cuddles, oh yes, it will be fast... For you see, Cuddles, I know of the super-duper-fastingest vehimicle out there. Get ready, and call me Sylvester because I'm about to rock your world!
Sylvester just smiled and stared. If he could cringe, though, things would probably be different.
"Remember, Bobby my friend, breathe in... Slowly, may I add, then out... Again, slowly. Picture it in your mind, and let the magic of this world do the rest."
Plonking himself on the floor very quickly, a hint of pain and regret could be seen on the manchild's face before he set off to the task at hand.
_________
Minutes passed, and the summoning was almost at it's completion.
"Iiii know what it iiiis! Iiii know what it iiiis!"
"Yes, Cuddles, we are all indubitably aware."
"Do you know what it is, Sir Reginald?"
"Yes."
"Weee know what it iiiis!"
"Oh for the love of antiquated caste systems..."
The petty squabbling was interrupted with a noticeable, albeit not blinding flash. From the mind of Bobby and through the power of Omnilium, the 'vehimicle' had appeared; A tricycle. But not any tricycle, oh no, there were thick rubber handles with all the shades of the rainbow, discs on the sides of the wheels with bright yellow smiley faces, multicolored tissue paper streamers off of the plush back seat... And I say back seat because there were more than one. Each was custom molded and sized for Bobby and his buddies, with some tiny pedals beneath reginalds and even some equally diminutive pedals above Cuddles's, just so he could use his hands. Arm-stubs. Whatever.
"Woooooah!"
"Wasn't what I had in mind, but certainly appears both safe and functional, good sir!"
"Now how's THAT for a vehimicle! Shall we tally pip, Mr Reginald? Um, Sir Reginald"
"Absolutely, it shall be the most grandiose of journeys! Onward ho!"
With that, they all climbed aboard their new, trusty steed, heading towards the grassy fields of Camelot.