Woody dithered about near the entrance to Obs Deck, fingers fiddling with the brim of his hate as he held it in his hands, extremely nervous about mingling with the crew for the first time. It was one thing to talk to everyone on the comms; it was entirely another to do it face to face.
"You can do this. It's no different than talking to other toys--they're just...very large, people sized, people toys that..."
He broke off into a sigh.
"You can do this."
He wasn't going to run flailing from the room. He wasn't going to run flailing from the room...
Boy howdy, this was difficult. It wasn't that he was a coward or anything, but this went against the grain, so to speak. Fighting his instinct to hide and not be seen was the hardest part of it. It just felt unnatural to waltz right in. But that was what he was going to do.
"Here goes nothing."
Woody put his hat on and adjusted it firmly, lifted his chin, and sauntered boldly into the room--and then collapsed instantly, going limp and playing dead.
Then he moved again, pushing himself up to his feet, swinging his arms and chuckling awkwardly, "Ha. Aha. Uh. Reflex."
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