Daisies and Discussions {2/2}afterandalasiaApril 24 2011, 12:41:26 UTC
There had been other words on the tip of his tongue, kinder words perhaps, but he could not escape that first one, that first assessment of his own appearance. He had been closer in shape to the Potato Heads than to Woody, or to Jessie; they at least had the reason of being potatoes. He was just... well, indeed.
But Jessie was just looking astonished. "Buzz..." she said softly, then her voice raised until he winced slightly and hoped that the windows were not open. "What the heck's got you thinking like that?"
He almost went to answer, tell her about seeing his own form for the first time shortly before meeting her, and then being made acutely aware as she joined Andy's group that it wasn't just Barbie and Ken who were made slim and light, but Woody and Jessie and indeed most of the other human-looking toys. But he gritted his jaw, shook his head. "I should not have said anything. Do not concern yourself with the matter. Perhaps we should return to the house."
About to turn on his heel, he was stopped as a gentle hand wrapped around his shoulder, needing no force to keep him in place. Buzz's eyes moved from Jessie's booted feet, up her body, to meet her eyes once more. She stroked his cheek with her other hand, smile small and wry and soft.
"I hope that you haven't been thinking I'll think you fat, Buzz," she said. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. "You know I don't care how you're made, right?"
"Well, I," he coughed, and she swooped one arm around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips to shut him up again.
"We can't be helping how we're made, Buzz, can we?" Her fingers tip-toed up over his armour, lightly flicking each button in turn without pressing them too hard. "And did you never consider that maybe I like it?"
"You like--"
She laughed. "I like you however you are, Buzz." This time it was a playful push on his chest that sent him back a step and made him vaguely relieved that he was not standing right in front of the pond as she did so. "Gee, you never struck me as one to worry about what you looked like."
"It's not, well, it's not about looks. I'm just not built like you are."
Jessie rolled her eyes. "Maybe you should have asked, hmm?" A poke in the chest, still playful but a little more pointed than before. "Rather than worrying to yourself."
"Oh, right." There was a silence, Jessie's eyes boring into him. Buzz swallowed. "Er, so, what do you think of the, well, way that I'm built?"
Arms were flung round him and he was squeezed until he gave a gulping sound. "I love it! I love having enough of you to throw my arms around properly -- and you don't fall over!"
"I... suppose that I don't."
Again, that was uncommon for the human toys. Jessie's hair got in his face, but he let it stay there, rather than pushing it out of the way. "I love you being firm and rounded and solid. You hear me, Space Ranger?"
But Jessie was just looking astonished. "Buzz..." she said softly, then her voice raised until he winced slightly and hoped that the windows were not open. "What the heck's got you thinking like that?"
He almost went to answer, tell her about seeing his own form for the first time shortly before meeting her, and then being made acutely aware as she joined Andy's group that it wasn't just Barbie and Ken who were made slim and light, but Woody and Jessie and indeed most of the other human-looking toys. But he gritted his jaw, shook his head. "I should not have said anything. Do not concern yourself with the matter. Perhaps we should return to the house."
About to turn on his heel, he was stopped as a gentle hand wrapped around his shoulder, needing no force to keep him in place. Buzz's eyes moved from Jessie's booted feet, up her body, to meet her eyes once more. She stroked his cheek with her other hand, smile small and wry and soft.
"I hope that you haven't been thinking I'll think you fat, Buzz," she said. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. "You know I don't care how you're made, right?"
"Well, I," he coughed, and she swooped one arm around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips to shut him up again.
"We can't be helping how we're made, Buzz, can we?" Her fingers tip-toed up over his armour, lightly flicking each button in turn without pressing them too hard. "And did you never consider that maybe I like it?"
"You like--"
She laughed. "I like you however you are, Buzz." This time it was a playful push on his chest that sent him back a step and made him vaguely relieved that he was not standing right in front of the pond as she did so. "Gee, you never struck me as one to worry about what you looked like."
"It's not, well, it's not about looks. I'm just not built like you are."
Jessie rolled her eyes. "Maybe you should have asked, hmm?" A poke in the chest, still playful but a little more pointed than before. "Rather than worrying to yourself."
"Oh, right." There was a silence, Jessie's eyes boring into him. Buzz swallowed. "Er, so, what do you think of the, well, way that I'm built?"
Arms were flung round him and he was squeezed until he gave a gulping sound. "I love it! I love having enough of you to throw my arms around properly -- and you don't fall over!"
"I... suppose that I don't."
Again, that was uncommon for the human toys. Jessie's hair got in his face, but he let it stay there, rather than pushing it out of the way. "I love you being firm and rounded and solid. You hear me, Space Ranger?"
Finally, he smiled. "Affirmative, cowgirl."
"Good," said Jessie. "Good."
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Reading "You find humour in the difference between the gracility of your form and the robust nature of mine?" made me happy.
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