𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒 (
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On Your Doorstep

On Your Doorstep
They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.
But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.
Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.
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He thinks he could handle it tickling; not so much if it hurt.
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Oh, bother indeed.
"Why, hello Eeyore. Hello Roo." the boy smiled, waving at them both. "Did you want to fly kites with us?"
"Maybe later." the donkey answered. "First, we need a little help."
He tilted his head back, gesturing to Roo to explain.
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"I kiiiindof...got hurt..." He mumbled, moving his arms so the boy would be able to see the long rip down his front as he continued to explain exactly how it happened.
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"You can fix him, can't you? The way you fixed me?" Eeeyore asked.
"Of course I can, Eeyore." Christopher Robin smiled. "I'll be right back with my needle and thread. And soon, everything will be good as new."
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