Oliver looked around at the creature flying about wondering how it stayed in the air. He wasn’t too sure about meeting others like Cream just yet. He was just getting used to Cream’s presence, he wasn’t sure his mind could take meeting more so soon.
“Uh, not just yet Cream.” He explained, “I need time to get used to all of this. Were I’m from people your size where only read about in story books.”
“Okay, would you like to see my room?”
Oliver thought for a moment. He didn’t want to be a burden to Cream, but he knew the odds of him surviving on his own were not in his favor.
“Sure, I’d liked to.”
“Okay, I’ll put you in my pocket so I won’t loose you.”
“Good idea, I wouldn’t want to fall from this height.”
Cream cupped her hand and carefully lowered Oliver into her dress pocket. He noted it was very deep. ‘Good,’ he though ‘less chances of falling out.’
Cream Picked up her basket of flowers and started for home, happy that she had made a new friend, even though he was a little on the tiny side. She tried to walk carefully rather than her usual jumping around.
"Is it okay like this?" she asked to her pocket.
She heard a "Yes" and went on.
***
10 minutes Cream entered the House she shared with her mother. "Mum, I am back" she called.
"Hi dearie!" said Vanilla meeting her daughter at the door.
Cream then handed over the basket of flowers: "Those are for you!" she said.
Vanilla smiled: "Thank you very much. They are wonderful. I'll put them on a table right away!"
As Oliver didn't want to see Vanilla (Cream wasn't sure if he peaked out or not) she didn't introduce him just then. Instead she went to her room and locked the door behind herself. Reaching into her pocket she took Oliver out and placed him on the floor.
"I am sorry a bit. Mum always wants me to tidy up so right now it's a bit of a mess."
She took a small 3-inch figure of Sonic off her shelf and placed it next to Oliver. "You should know him, he's the hero of our planet. Oh I have even more figures... so yeah.. Feel free to you look around."
Oliver looked up at the Figure of Sonic. Damn, even a Child’s toy was bigger than him. He didn’t tell her that he honestly never heard of Sonic, though it was safe to say he’d have no trouble recognizing him if this figure represented an accurate likeness. He looked about the room. Over all it didn’t look that messy compared to the way he used to keep his room at that age, he could still remember his mother scolding him about how messy it was.
Oliver watched as Cream tidied up her room. Once and a while she’d glance over to see where he was. She was thinking the same thing Oliver was; and she didn’t want to accidentally step on him either. Oliver walked along a dresser and came upon a Fuzzy slipper. Curious he walked about it. It didn’t seem to belong to Cream. It was much too big.
“Oh, that’s my Mum’s” said Cream glancing over her shoulder “I was using it as a bed for one of my dolls”
This was her mother’s? She must be absolutely enormous! But from what he had heard she seemed to be really nice.
Cream had noticed that Oliver probably didn’t know Sonic. His had looked too confused when she showed him the figure of Sonic. Everyone on the planet would probably have recognized Sonic’s likeness immediately but the way he looked at the figure it was like it was seeing for the first time.
She then remembered his question. "What world?" - it didn't leave her head. Did he imply.. he wasn't like.. from town.. he was from.. Somewhere else entirely. She tried to push the thought away but the more she tried and more lost in it. So much so that she then tripped over a stuffed figure lying on the floor falling forward on her face, nearly landing on Oliver.
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