Hey Moon, Don’t You Go Down || Ches&Woody
Woody started walking down the dirt path that was lined with various shrubs and bushes. He was reveling in the lovely, cool night air. It was really good to be outside. The air wasn’t too warm which was another indication that fall was coming. He was about to start running when he heard a voice calling after him. “Where are you going?” Woody slowed and turned his head around to see who was following him. It was the new girl, Cheshire. Where did she come from? That’s odd. I didn’t see her out here.
The last time he talked to her was when he was in the kitchen eating some fish custard. He could tell she thought he was a bit odd for eating that, but he didn’t care. It was a surprisingly delicious snack. She seemed like a nice enough girl, though. And she seemed to know Alice who was a mutual friend.
“Oh, hey, Cheshire. How are you? I was just going for a run. It’s really nice out tonight, and I was just extremely bored sitting up in my dorm room alone, so I figured I would come out here,” he said smiling at her. “What about you? What are you doing out here? I didn’t see you when I came outside.” The only person/thing that was outside was that cat…Maybe Cheshire was just sitting somewhere he couldn’t see, or she was already on the track and he didn’t see her.
Cheshire bit her lip before grinning again. She hadn’t been filled with as much exhilaration as this in her time in the Academy - except for maybe when she and Wendy had their nighttime adventure. “I was sitting around alone as well - my roommate seems to have disappeared into thin air. Sometimes I wonder if she’s from Wonderland herself and isn’t telling me.” She caught herself as she started to babble.
“I just came out here to enjoy the night and see what this place is like after hours. I honestly thought it’d be a bit more interesting than the occasional runner.” She flexed her calves. They’d been a little sore ever since she’d decided to go running out into the woods as a cat the other day and all the pain had finally gone away.
And then she decided to play with him a little more.
“So, was that cat yours? I was over there,” she waved in an ambiguous direction, “and I saw you with it and I wanted to pet it… But it bolted as soon as you turned around.” Cheshire watched him carefully, her bright green eyes fixated on his.
She’d let him go eventually. Cheshire just got off on toying with people, especially when it came to things like oh, I wonder where that huge cat that was sitting right in my spot a second ago went and other shenanigans.