Everybody loves a parade

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

[So there you are, wandering around the vicinity, maybe standing in line, maybe just looking, when bam, tiny mascot-like critter in your personal space.]

Hey, hey~

Mokona's not tall enough to go on any of the super-fast rides! Can Mokona ride with you?

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[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

*Is there anything better than a grown man in a silly little bumper car? I say not. He may, however, be bearing down on you guys 'cause he recognizes you, Rozalin. Better figure out FAST.*

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

[Mokona glances around at the other riders... Bingo!]

There's a pedal down by the seat to step on! Quick, quick~

[sealed-rose.livejournal.com]

A pedal? I can not find it!

[Rozalin frantically searches for it, but the pedal is thoroughly hidden by her skirts.]

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

Annnnnnnd CRASH!

*BUMP-A-ROONIE!*

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

Oh no~ We've been hit!

Mokona will find the pedal if Rozalin steers!

[Mokona slips off the dashboard and starts rustling around the floor of the car. It's hard to see under all that frilly fabric!]

[sealed-rose.livejournal.com]

Oof!

[After the first hit, Rozalin had a mind towards revenge.]

Oh! You shall pay for that, Kotetsu!

[With that she somehow managed to find the pedal and rammed back at him.]

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

YEOW!

*Wow, you sent him pretty far with that one!*

It's on now!

*He's gunning for you! WHAT YOU DO*

[sealed-rose.livejournal.com]

[She guns right back for him, not wavering in the slightest.]

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

Yay~

Rozalin found it~

[Mokona climbs back up top for a better view.]

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

*TWO RIDERS GO IN, ONLY ONE WILL EMERGE VICTORIOUS! WHO WILL IT BE, ROZALIN, OR KOTETSU?! GO GO GO GO --

...where'd that third car come from, and why is it suddenly pulling in between the two OH SHI --*

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

[A certain purple frump is busy chasing after his own target! Too bad they don't make situational awareness in magic form.]

[sealed-rose.livejournal.com]

Watch out!

[Too late to stop now! Rozalin attempts to turn, but can't stop the car's momentum and hits Erk's car.]

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

[Mokona goes flying off the dash with a shriek and goes flying in the precise direction of Erk's face.]

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

*Thud! And that may be Kotetu's hat, flying for Erk's head. So fashionable, our Erk. A fashionable golf cap and face Mokona.*

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

[And that's how he ended up driving off with two new possessions, driving back and forth until he could see where he was going.]

[sealed-rose.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear. As soon as the ride finished, Rozalin made her way over to Erk and Mokona.]

I am terribly sorry about that. I did not mean to hit you or send Mokona flying. Are you all right?

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

*Kotetsu's no hit-and-run driver. So he does the same thing.*

Same here. We hit you kinda hard, didn't we?

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

I thought you were... supposed to hit people?

[sealed-rose.livejournal.com]

Well, I was not aiming to hit you. And you did end up with my passenger on your face.

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

[Mokona has migrated under the hat and is barely peeking out.]

Mokona thinks that it was each other they wanted to hit extra-extra hard, since hitting a stranger like that is rude!

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

Something like that, yeah...

...

Uh, is it just me or is a stuffed animal talking to me?

*A pause. Then he surreptitiously takes his hat back.*

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

A... what?

[Since he can still feel something on his head, he reaches up and pats Mokona a few times to figure out what he meant.]

[manjuumagic.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's unexpectedly warm and giggly.]

It's a secret, but Mokona isn't really stuffed!

[sealed-rose.livejournal.com]

Mokona was not allowed on any of the rides herself, so I let her join me.

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

Kind of you. She's yours, then?

[And scooping her off his head to give back to her.]