Show What You're Made Of {Open}
Jan 11, 2021 16:58:29 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2021 16:58:29 GMT -5
Do you think the Blue Fairy is mad at me, Jiminy?
"Mad? No," Jiminy shook his head. The Blue Fairy didn't really seem the type. "But disappointed... well, maybe a little. I think more than anything she'd be proud that you knew ya messed up and came clean. That's what really matters, isn't it?" That, after all, had been the point of it all. To teach the lesson that honesty was ultimately worthwhile. Jiminy was rather inclined to agree with the little orange... thing: it was unconventional, no doubt about it, but the Blue Fairy's methods were highly effective.
And they made his job marginally easier.
But even Pinocchio's honest explanation didn't exactly help much. It certainly sounded just as spontaneous as Jiminy's appearance here had been. It was a small reassurance, hearing the mouse say that they would only have been gone for a matter of seconds to the folks back home— if that was true, which Jiminy wasn't certain of. But, then, he wasn't certain of much of anything in this place... and it felt a whole lot better to believe that Geppetto wasn't worried out of his mind looking for the boy all over again.
Anyhow, Pinocchio has somebody to take care of him, now that you're here.
Jiminy opened his mouth to argue, and then closed it again, not particularly wanting to start an argument while Pinocchio was in earshot. The fact of the matter was, being the boy's conscience (for all of two days) was a vastly different calling than being his sole guardian figure. That was Geppetto's job, not Jiminy's, and while of course he would do his level best to look after the boy now that the responsibility solely fell onto his shoulders... well, to put it mildly, he wasn't all too certain that it was a good idea. Jiminy held no illusions— he was not a parent. He didn't even know what it entailed.
In any case, the mouse was already excusing herself from the gathering— had business to attend to, more than likely. In light of that, Jiminy was still grateful that she'd taken the time to stop and ensure that Pinocchio would be alright. Not a lot of folks he knew would do the same for a lost child.
"Er, right. Thank you for your time, ma'am, I'm sure we both appreciate it. Right, Pinoke?"
Jiminy lightly tapped his charge on the leg with his umbrella, as though to urge him to echo the sentiment. It was just good manners. With that settled, he looked over his shoulder in time to catch the indirect question from the massive hairy fella (who, he might add, was wildly intimidating to so much as acknowledge).
Is…is this Gepetto wooden too?
"Geppetto isn't wooden, no, he's human. A woodcarver. Pinocchio was human, too, but..."
Well. He wasn't quite sure what had happened there.
"...But I don't think it's all that similar to what must've happened to your servants," Jiminy finished hesitantly, though that was largely just a guess. All he could do was shrug. "He was a puppet when he was born, actually. Er... created. Brought to life. Oh, you know what I mean. He earned his way to bein' human... and then it looks to me like it got taken away again. Don't know why. Magic's tricky like that."