Tea For Two!

"This is Mr. Wigglington. And here is The Dutchess of Unicornia. And of course you know Ringo."

Migiri held up a brown teddy bear and then hugged it. She was sitting cross legged in front of a tea set inside a room which seemed to have been turned into a child's play pen. On her left was a stuffed plaid hippopotamus. On her right was a haughty looking unicorn with a dress that looked weirdly like Migiri's. She clapped her hands and set Ringo next to her. Across from her was the guest of honor, one Gwendolyn DuPont-Bettencourt. Migiri had "invited" her to a tea party after an encounter at a special random select tag match where they had been opponents.

As Migiri preened and cooed, it was hard to think that she was anything but best friends with her fellow "aristocrat" as she lifted a tiny tea kettle and poured invisible tea into an empty cup.

"Now, Curl-tan, you must make sure that you always let the Duchess have the first sip. Since she's royalty, even the guest of honor has to pay her respects." Migiri handed the empty cup to Gwendolyn and then looked at the unicorn. "I know that Mr. Wigglington tries to sneak a sip but he always gets scolded." Migiri dipped her head courteously. "Now, go head, Duchess. We wait eagerly for you to tell us what you think of the tea!"

Migiri gasped in excitement as she stared wide eyed at the unmoving unicorn with the pretty dress and the empty cup next to her.

*taptaptaptap*….*taptaptaptap*….*taptaptaptap*….

For all the exuberant, child-like cheerfulness blooming from Migiri during the cordial introductions of her esteemed guests, the opposite side of the circular table would harbor a distinctly gloomy atmosphere. A veritable storm cloud hovered over Gwendolyn’s curly head, the disheveled heiress slouched over with her pouty expression propped up by her chin resting in the palm of her hand. The fingers on her other hand tapped feverishly on her padded knee, still adorned in the wrestling outfit she wore when the toddler titan ‘escorted’ her backstage.

By this point in the evening Gwendolyn had overcome the initial shock of her surroundings, an entire dressing room decorated in the manner of an infant’s play pen. Her only concerns at the moment revolved around whether her repugnant punk rock partner was able to finish off the cowgirl and win her the match. In her mind she had done her part as a tag partner and through her own brilliant tactics effectively neutralized Migiri by accepting this ludicrous tea party invitation.

“Hmm?....*sigh*....yes yes, of course...” Gwendolyn looked up and was snapped out of her wandering mindset by Migiri insisting that the stuffed unicorn be the first to taste the non-existent tea for the doll sitting to her left. The uptight aristocrat stared down at the empty tea cup and towards the haughty unicorn to her left, rolling her eyes and unable to mask her underlying indignation towards this entire situation.

“…Bloody ludicrous…” Gwen grumbled at a low tone as she placed the rim of the tea cup towards the frozen smile of the royal plushy.

Migiri could hear the haughty heiress' grumbling. She wasn't being a very good sport about it but Migiri wasn't going to let her be a party pooper. She turned and beamed at Gwendolyn.

"The Duchess of Unicornia thinks that the tea is delicious! Truuuly, this is a blessed party!" Migiri lowered her head. "Bow your head respectfully to her majesty and then take a sip, curl-tan!"

Migiri giggled but then snapped her head towards the hippopotamus. "Nnnno! Mr. Wigglington! Stop trying to sneak sips!"

Migiri shook her head, her curls shaking around her face. She grabbed the hippo and set it in Gwendolyn's lap. "You make sure that Mr. Wigglington stops misbehaving! I think he's being naughty because he wants to get the attention of a pretty and refined lady like yourself, curl-tan." Migiri beamed.

"Go ahead! Take a sip! Like this!" Migiri lifted her hand and extended her pinkie. She pursed her lips and took a sip.

"Mmmmm!"

Gwendolyn leaned back in her play chair when Migiri flicked Mr.Wigglington onto her lap, a twitch in her spiteful glare towards the beady eyed hippopotamus staring lovingly upwards with a permanent, big-toothed, guffaw on his face. With a defeated sigh Gwendolyn slumped her shoulders to quietly contemplate her mortifying situation.

*...Is there truly no end to this night’s indignities? I’ve broken bread with the upper echelon of societies elite...partook in succulent banquets with the royal family~...* While pining for better times, Gwendolyn took a second to scan her flowery prison and assess her situation. With Migiri’s back to the door, a hasty retreat was ill-advised, and the consequences for capture were...best not thought about.

For now, willing acquiescence was the most prudent course of action until her entourage came to her rescue, or until an opening was made available to her…until then…

“Mmm~…M-most exquisite, Madam Oozara~…” Gwendolyn forced as convincing a smile on her face as she could muster while sitting upright in a regal posture and placating Migiri by delicately sipping from the hollow tea cup. Bowing courteously to the stuffed unicorn, Gwen continued to rely on her lifetime of tea party etiquette training to fall back on in this wholly unfamiliar situation.

“A truly splen-“ Gwen stopped short to glare down and notice Mr. Wigglington was still propped up on her lap, swiftly placing the adorable hippo by her foot before returning to address Migiri with a wholly angelic expression. “A truly splendid tea party to commemorate a burgeoning friendship between ladies as refined as ourselves, made all the more lovely by such...animated...guests.~…”

Migiri preened at Gwendolyn's words. She shyly turned her head and ran her fingers through her hair coyly. "Oh, curl-tan, you flatter too much!" She said and looked back at Gwendolyn with a gleam in her eye. "Only The Dutchess of Unicornia needs to be addressed formally. You can call me Mi-tan!" She said and took another haughty sip of tea.

"Mmmm!"

She then set her cup down and clapped obnoxiously. "Ehehehehe! Yes! Wet's be best fwiends fowever!" She lisped and looked at Gwendolyn with hungry eyes.

Migiri stuck her hand out and extended her pinky. "Swear it, Curl-tan. The Duchess of Unicornia, Mr. Wigglington and Ringo will all witness!"

With Migiri’s extended digit came a distinct feeling of unease, as if the simple playtime gesture meant something more eerily foreboding...

However…A devious notion sprang up into her golden curled head at the sight of the protruding pinky finger…That a tangible partnership with Migiri may reap certain benefits, especially now that Gwendolyn realized the toddler titan was easily appeased so long as you played along with her fairy tale-esque imaginary world. As her inevitable triumphant exploits in AFW racked up, so would the number of ill-intending urchins who would seek to tear the heiress down in spiteful jealousy. Such was the curse of unbridled success, and while her plethora of lackey’s could afford her some protection, they were hardly capable of fighting the caliber of athletes this league employed. Indeed...this disastrous tag match instilled in Gwen the absolute and growing necessity for more powerful….allies~

“Y-yes, the best of...’fwiends’…Mig-...ah, Mi-tan~…” Gwen gingerly placed her tea cup down and hooked her pinky around Migiri’s, a sealing pact of friendship Gwen intended to base her upcoming proposition off of. Her teary-eyed gaze opened wide with as innocent an expression she could muster towards Mig-…Mi-tan, the heiress placing her other hand over her new friends' to compliment her distraught appearance.

“Ah…if only we lived in a more civilized time, Mi-tan~...I fear that the ruffians who inhabit this building know not of how to act accordingly around delicate debutants such as ourselves...There may even be those who seek to…*gulp*…wish us harm~…”

Migiri raised her eyebrow at Gwendolyn's words. The girl may have acted like a child but she definitely wasn't stupid. No one was going to be doing HER harm, that was for sure. Gwendolyn on the other hand, well...

Migiri giggled. "Oooh, Curl-tan! Do you need Mi-tan to pwotect you? I won't wet anything happen to you!" She said and craled over to Gwendolyn and got behind her. She wrapped her huge arms around the petite girl and squeezed. She began to nuzzle Gwendolyn's neck and purred. "Nothing is gonna huwt you, Curl-tan! Mi-tan pwomises!"

“Nonononothat'squitealrigh-ACK!!” The sight of Migiri encroaching for yet another cuddly embrace was more than enough for the heiress to repel back up to her feet with her arms extended outward in abject fear. Granted Migiri may not have any intention of doing her any harm now that they had sealed their friendship pact and were no longer in a match, but her earlier trauma from being at Migiri’s mercy was still fresh in her mind and would NOT be so easily forgotten. With Migiri creeping closer Gwen pivoted on her feet at the last second to make a dashing break for it but would be snatched up from behind with her arms pinned to her sides in Mi-tan’s huggable clutches!!

The heiress bicycled kicked in mid-air as Migiri hoisted her a clean foot off the carpeted floor, eventually settling down with a groan and a twitch in her eye as the toddler started to snuggle against the side of her neck with her golden curls being jostled and fluffed all over as a result. With her repugnant partner nowhere in sight Gwen knew escape was a near impossibility and figured this just may be the cost of having Migiri as a loyal ally...not that she had to enjoy it.

“Y-yes...I feel…*groan*…oh so safer already…*cough*…perhaps we could discuss forms of compensation for your…*nngh*…services?”

"Comp... en... sation?" Migiri whispered the words into Gwendolyn's ear. Her voice was surprisingly husky for a moment and almost had a sultry quality as if for once she couldn't hold up the facade and embraced actual age. She then giggled effervescently and tried to squeeze Gwendolyn again. This time a little less tightly and a little more friendlier.

"Mmmmmm...."

"Curl-tan is so siwwy!" Migiri giggled. "Fwiends are fwiends cause they wuv each other!"

Migiri giggled again. "Wet's be fwiends! Alll day wong! Wets be fwiends! Sing this song!" She began singing and nodding her head back and forth like she was parroting some song she heard on a children's program.

She let go of Gwendolyn and scooted to Gwendolyn's side she then grabbed Gwendolyn by the arm and with one, strong tug, forced the heiress to face her once more. She wore a bright smile. "C'mon, Curl-tan! You've seen Bunnytime Adventure, wight? Sing with me! Sing along!" She began to clap her hands to every other word.

"Wet's be fwiends! Alll day wong! Wets be fwiends! Sing this song!~" Although her cheeks were puffed and her body jiggled with childish energy, there was a deadly gleam in her eye that demanded Gwendolyn do exactly as Migiri commanded.

In the midst of her struggles, Gwen paused and looked to her sides with a raised eyebrow from Migiri’s sudden break from her infantile character. At first thinking she was merely hearing things, the heiress honestly wasn’t sure whether it was in her favor or not that her captor was in fact putting on a show…

Gwen breathed out a heavy sigh of relief as Migiri let her down on solid ground before being twisted around to face the toddler singing and clapping got a juvenile playschool nursery rhyme. The heiress’ face flashed red in a mixture of anger and embarrassment at Migiri’s insistence that she sing along, clenching her fists and lowering her head to hide her frustration. She bit her lower lip to guell her rage, repeating two simple statements in her head to calm her down and prepare her for what she needed to do…*It's just a song…No one will ever know…It’s just a song…No one will ever know…*

Still keeping her face out of sight, Gwendolyn slowly raised her hands and clapped almost inaudibly while she sung just loud enough to be heard, an irritated inflection to her low tone of voice….

“Lets…be...friends…All day…long….Let’s…be friends….Sing..this...song….”