Christopher and Cinderella

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As Christopher soothed his aching backside, he heard the cottage door swing open, and he stopped rubbing himself all together. The prince was determined to salvage whatever dignity he had left, and not take to massaging his buttocks in the presence of a lady. Christopher looked towards the direction of the sound, but instead of seeing a servant girl exiting the cottage, he found that an attractive, gray blob was running directly to him.

"Are you all right?" the gray blob asked, but then shrieked, "Oh, just look at the window! Stepmother is going to be positively livid!"

Why was Christopher's vision so poor, anyway? Had the prince inadvertently blinded himself when he took that awful fall from the apple tree? Christopher then brought his hands to his face, and thankfully found that he had only lost his glasses. He wasn't blind after all! Only... where exactly were his glasses? Christopher needed those. Ignoring the gray blob that was still berating him over a measly busted window, the prince got to his knees, and began running his hands across the grassy knoll, in search of his lost glasses. Christopher supposed he must have looked quite silly, fumbling over himself in his semi-blindness, because the gray blob had ended its angry castigation, only to laugh at him instead. The blob had a silvery sound to its laughter, and Christopher might have appreciated the beauty of the noise, if he weren't so preoccupied in his task. He truly must have looked like an utter fool... but it wasn't his fault! Christopher couldn't see! Yet, here this awful blob remained, trilling in glee at his misfortune, when it should be helping him, him, the prince locate his essential eye-wear!

"Here, are you looking for these?" the gray blob asked, it...

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...er tells me many things, milady, but I try my best to ignore every single one of them. Thus far, I've rather successful."

"You're a strange little man," Cinderella only semi-scowled at him, this time.

"And you're a deranged, broom wielding, sociopath," Christopher countered, taking a cautious step backwards, for Cinderella's gaze had just flicked to the broom laying at her feet.

"Go away before I snack you over the head with my broom again!" Cinderella shouted, clenching her fists tightly. For the first time, Christoper noticed that her arms were bruised purple and blue, in various places... and the girl was covered in cinders, presumably from the fireplace. Cinders? Oh, the prince understood the girl's unusual moniker, now.

Christopher flexed his jaw a few times, wanting to say something to the girl, but the prince found himself at a rare loss for words.

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