Tea For Two!

Migiri squealed when Gwendolyn sang along. She grabbed the heiress' wrists and began to guide them and bounce them with eht tune as she sung along as well. "Weeeet's be fwinds! All dy wong! Wet's be fwiends! Siiiing thiiiis soooong! Ehehehe!"

Migiri lunged forward and put Gwendlyn in another chest crushing hug. She nuzzled Gwendolyn's cheek. "You're the best, Curl-tan!" She purred into Gwendolyn's ear. "We can be best friends, forever." The last word held a very sinister tone to it but when Migiri pulled away, she was all smiles again.

"We can't wet the tea get cold though." She said and then turned and looked at the stuffed Hippo. NOOO! MISTER WIGGLINTON! BAD!" She said and shook her finger at the inanimate object.

Migiri's lips began to quiver and suddenly the happy child was full out balling as tears dripped from her eyes. "Waaaaaaaahhhhh! Mr. Wigglington spilled all the tea and ate all the sugar! Waaaaaaahhhhh!" Her cry was shrill and her tears seemed endless.

Gwendolyn yelped when the toddler entrapped her in yet another crushingly affectionate bear hug, thankfully ending their mortifying sing along session but replacing it with an even more dire situation. Wordless gasps for air escaped her mouth as the heiress was clasped tightly against Migiri's own heaving chest, her arms pinned to her side and hopelessly crushed right along with her ribcage in the infants clutches. Gwens squirms died down to a lifeless swaying.

Her vision growing hazy at this point from having been consistently treated like another one of Migiri's stuffed animals to be cutely coddled and crushed at the same time, groaning meekly against Migiri's cheek as the last words she thought she would hear that night would be the toddler's cryptic declaration of their eternal friendship...

"...Eh!?! WhoWhereWhat happened?!" Gwen shot her head up, wide-eyed as if being just kicked out of bed by the shrill wailing of Migiri standing right in front of her. She winced and covered her ears from the high pitched screams, making out something involving the blasted hippo and spilled tea.

"GAH!!! Here, it's fine see?!" Gwen would hop over and pick up Ringo and hop back with it, shaking it in front of Migiri to try and cease her incessant whining, placing it in Migiri's hands soon after. "See? No worries now, the tea party is still a rousing success!!...Here~...And I'll just take him and..." Lost in a tizzy of doing whatever it would take to not have Migiri scream her lungs out again, Gwen approached Mr.Wigglington and bent down to pick him up with every of intention of hurling the uncouth hippo clear across the-

"I WUV YOU~..." Squeezing Mr.Wigglington would prompt an automated message from the fluffy doll as he stared up at Gwen with his beady eyes...who for some reason, stopped dead in her tracks, looking down at the doll with a relaxed gaze for several seconds...a slight...almost...childish smile creeping across her face...

Ringo only placated the toddler titan for a few moments as she took the time to look her favorite dolly over and then crush it in a tight hug before balling again.

However, the sudden squawk of Mr. Wigglington made Migiri yelp and she paused to look over at Gwendolyn and her hypnotic fascination with the frumpy hippo.

"Whaa?" Migiri's lower lip still quivered but she looked at Gwendolyn. "M-Mr. Wigglington wuvs you?" Migiri said curiously, as if she was trying to sort out the situation in her head. "He's never that nice with me, Curl-tan!" Migiri chirped suddenly. Her face was still red with streaky tears but she seemed to have forgotten about whatever thing had upset her so gravely just a moment before.

"Haaaaaie!" Migir shot up to her feet, towering over the party. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She said, clapping her free hand against the fist that tightly clenched Ringo's paw. "Mr. Wigglinton's never been around such a cwassy lady like curl-tan! Only The Duchess of Unicornia and the Duchess will have none of his ill mannered ways! You should take him, Curl-tan! I bet he could warn a wot from being around you! You can show him manners and be friendly and maybe one day even teach him how to make nice with the Duchess! Awwww, Curl-tan, you gotta!" Migiri said. "He WUVS you!"

The mischievous hippos' sudden declaration of love seemed to instantly trigger a wealth of childlike memories for the haughty aristocrat she had thought locked away never to resurface, holding Mr. Wigglington in her hands with a warm, blissful expression on her face.

At that particular moment she was a 4 year old cherubic princess again, cheerfully traipsing around her lavish and frilly bedroom making preparations for her own extravagant tea party. A round play set table with all manners of stuffed animals with various personalities seated around...Professor Crocodilicous...Lady Swanson...and her most treasured companion, an orangutan mechanic named 'George'...her cuddly grease monkey, she'd call him. For truly momentous occasions even inviting her butler Winston to play with her as well-

"Eh?!" Migiri's loud-mouthed assessment snapped Gwendolyn out of her nostalgic stupor like popping her thought balloon, turning to face the towering infant to hear her proposal having regained her senses from her trip down memory lane. Gwendolyn would puff out her chest and flip her curls behind her shoulder with a haughty smirk on her face.

"Well, I have been known to inspire even the most hapless of dullards into elevating their -…” Gwen would flinch and catch herself from proceeding any further, realizing she was beginning to refer to the stuffed animal as an actual person. “Ahem…that is to say, I see no issue with appropriating him…for an extended period of time...i-if you insist...that is.” Gwendoyln would look away and do her best to feign disinterest in borrowing the fluffy hippo.

Migiri's eyes shone with delight as she looked at Gwendolyn and watched as she seemed captivated by Mr. Wigglington's charm. Migiri giggled at the heiress' haughty declaration and nodded eagerly. "H-Hai! If anyone can do it, Curl-tan can!" Migiri clapped and then hugged Ringo tightly again. "I DO insist!" She chirped.

"Just be careful with the hugs. Mr. Wigglington just doesn't know when to stop!" Migiri laughed again bt then shook her finger at the hippo. "Curl-tan is a lady! I expect your best behavior, Mr. Wigglington or I'll have the Duchess put you in one of Inicornia's jails for a whole month!"

Migiri leaned forward and put her hand to her cheek and whispered coyly to Gwendolyn. "Don't worry, it's just the closet. Mr. Wigglington doesn't know the difference and the real punishment is missing tea time! There's no actual jails in Unicornia. Shhhhhhhh!"

Glancing over to her left Gwendoyln would spy the closet/prison Migiri spoke of, the fuzzy pink door ominously creaking slightly more open despite the fact that their was no draft or wind to be felt. An unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach, the heiress opted not to inquire further as to what could be stored in those ominous confines...

"...Ah,...quite. I'm confident he'll...*gulp*...mind his p's and q's..." Gwendolyn nervously uttered before turning away from the foreboding closet, tucking the ornery hippo under her arm and stepping forward to rearrange any chairs she knocked over during her mad dash attempts to placate Migiri, the orderly neat freak in her unable to stand witnessing a disorderly tea set...even if it was meant for toddler's.

"Hugh...ah..." Bending over to rearrange table caused the heiress' back to flare up again, causing Gwendolyn to rub her lower lumbar and flinch in reaction. Migiri's monstrous cuddles and the fatigue from the tag match were taking their toll on the the dainty aristocrat, a miracle that she hasn't been hugged into unconsciousness already...

Migiri giggled effervescently at Gwendolyn's words. "Hehe, p's and q's! You talk siwwy, Curl-tan!" the titan toddler chirped. She watched as Gwendolyn began to clean up and then stopped when the girl seemed to freeze in pain.

"Uwaaah! Curl-tan, what's wrong!?" She said, stomping over to the heiress and pushing the chairs and table out of the way, undoing all of Gwendolyn's obsessive compulsive work.

Migiri's bulldozing stomps would knock over practically the entire tea dining set, an annoyed grimace over the heiress' face after seeing her efforts for an orderly world demolished in a flash. After realizing the futility of of it all, Gwendolyn rolled her eyes and flicked the tea cup she had in her hand over her shoulder onto a cushioned sofa before rubbing her sore back.

"Unngh...It's nothing, I'm...ngh...fine. Tonight's festivities have taken their toll on me is all. And SOME may be more responsible for my battered state than others..." Gwen would shoot Migiri an obvious, innuendo-laden slant eyed glare before stretching upwards with her arms extended to straighten her spine. "It's nothing a soothing shower and some attentive care from my staff couldn't fix.." Gwendolyn longed for this dreadful night to finally wind down, never having been more in need for her ritualistic post match jacuzzi session and massage therapy...

Migiri's raised her eyebrow at Gwendolyn's implicit stare. She then giggled and pulled her hand back. She swatted the heiress as hard as she could in the back and shoved her, laughing as she tried to play it off as a friendly nudge. "Oh, Curl-tan! That's what you get for hanging around people like Smoke-tan. Yucky Ucky!"

Migiri wrinkled her nose and shook her head, her curls flopping about. "Curl-tan can take a bath with Mi-tan!" Migiri suddenly chirped. "Mi-tan has enough bath toys for the both of us!" She said and clapped her hands together. "Oh! Oh! Maybe Missy-tan will let us have a sleepover! Don't you want to cuddle with me all night long, Curl-tan!?" Migiri said, beaming brightly at her aching friend.

The heart stopping smack to her back echoed throughout the room and brought the continually overwhelmed aristocrat crashing face first to the carpeted floor with a high-pitched yelp, now mumbling various incomprehensible french obscenities into the floor before gradually climbing back to her feet. A throbbing red hand print now marked her flawless skin, the heiress groaning in pain and earnestly considering that no amount of safety Migiri could ensure is worth this amount of punishment...

"Eh?! Ah, yes well that is to say, as ever so much fun as that sounds, uh, I would never wish to impose upon any further than I already have~..." Upon hearing Migiri's ludicrous suggestion for a dual bath time, her heart sank and her pale complexion grew even paler. Now verbally and literally backpedaling as she slowly backed away from the towering titan with a jittery smile and nervous inflection to her tone of voice, the notion of sharing a steamy bath AND her bed brought up too many lewd and indecent thoughts to count. Gulping down when she felt a flowery wall brush against up her back, she brought Mr. Wigglington up in front of her as her last line of defense.

"B-besides, I'm sure Mr. Wigglington would love to see his new accommodations and be tucked in before it get's past his bedtime. I-isn't that right, Monsieur Wigglington?"