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[h3][b][color=turquoise]«Gabe»[/color][/b][/h3]

The soft wings fluttered mere inches from the black mage’s head. Gabe stood, watching the butterfly hovering as it searched for the nearest flower. It’d be disappointed, Gabe feared. He hadn’t seen a single flower since ending up in Traverse Town. Then again, he hadn’t seen a butterfly either, so what did he know, really?

Rustling clothes and clumsy footsteps scared off the gentle bug. Gabe even jumped slightly himself. He turned to the approaching creatures and slunk back slightly, but something about that goofy grin and awkward wave was rather disarming. Gabe straightened back up, submitting to a nervous habit his kind was sadly chained to: straightening that hat despite it being perfectly fine.

“Hello there, you must be the new Keyblader his majesty asked me to find.”

Gabe looked at the lanky lad. What was a Keyblader? And what was a majesty? Who wanted their majesty to find Gabe? Before he could ask though, the newcomer shoved a small, thin white box into his hands.

“The name’s Goofy, and I got a letter from The King for you a-hyuk.”

If he would have just had the parts to do so, Gabe would most likely have stared slack-jawed at this Goofy guy while he tried to find the appropriate words. Few people had spoken to him since he showed up in town. Fewer still just waltzed up to him. None seemed so...downright happy.

Gabe liked him instantly.

Still, there were a few more words Gabe hadn’t heard before. The King? A-hyuk?

He nodded, shifting the letter, as Goofy called it, to one hand, then to the other.

[color=turquoise]“Goofy, huh? I’m Fou-”[/color] Gabe started to refer to himself as his identification number, but stopped, shaking his widely. He then readjusted his hat, and looked at the paper in his hands. [color=turquoise]“I’m Gabe. Your welcome.”[/color] Alright, so, pleasantries were a little much for Gabe at the moment. He was actually rather elated about the letter. He hadn’t ever received a gift from a stranger before. It was exciting. 

So, uh...what does a letter do?

Gabe stood just looking at Goofy then the letter for a few moments. It was a bit of an uncomfortable pause. Well, to your average, well-adjusted individuals it would have been. Luckily, none of THOSE were present.

Gabe ran his finger over the letter unconsciously. Then it caught the edge of the envelope. He flipped the letter over and looked at the seal he hadn’t noticed before. It was like a mini-door. Anything could be on the other side. Even…

Gabe opened the seal. There was more paper. That made no sense. Why put paper in paper? Isn’t that just a waste of good paper? He mentally shrugged. Bruce had said that the many worlds were all vastly different. They had their own ‘unique customs’ as he put it. So Goofy’s people put paper in paper. There was probably a reason for it.

He pulled out the inner paper and it unfolded before his eyes. It was covered in…

In…

WORDS! These were words! So a letter was a short book! That made sense. Gabe looked at the neat handwriting and…

…

...wished he could read. Bruce and Othello had plenty of books on the island. Othello would read some of his favorite ones to Gabe when the weather was too bad to go outside. They had tossed around the idea of teaching Gabe but they never got around to it. Gabe shifted his weight to one foot. This wouldn’t do. Goofy went to all this trouble to get the letter to Gabe. The King or the majesty or whoever sent the letter would be offended if Gabe didn’t appreciate it. He knew that much. Manners were important. So Gabe curled one hand back to his face and held the letter outstretched with the other. He nodded his head slowly and made the appropriate hmms and huhs every so often. Then after a few moments, he folded the letter back up and put it back in the envelope.

[color=turquoise]“That’s a nice letter, Goofy. I really like it. I’ll treasure it.”[/color]

He gave Goofy a thumbs up and adjusted his hat once more. He had no idea what a thumbs up meant, but Othello did it often when trying to convince him everything was OK. And everything was OK right now. Probably. 
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