Hi...

((I guess it's pretty obvious… I've put this blog on hiatus…again. It'll be staying that way till further notice. I apologize to all my lovely rp partners. I've never actually been diagnosed or anything. But, I sort of think I have a bit of anxiety. And the thought of upsetting one of my partners, doing something wrong when we rp, even writing something ooc, makes me anxious. So, I'm setting this blog aside, at least for the time being. I'll still be wasting a ton of time on my main blog mpaslover. Feel free to follow me there. :)))

Bashful gave a small smile from his place behind the couch. “Hi, Emily. It’s nice to meet you.”

Bashful blushed slightly, tugging at his hat. "Th-thank you."

"I've never seen a raccoon who could talk before. But, it's nice to meet you."

"Th-that's very nice of you." Bashful gave a shy smile. "But, could I at least know who you are first? Strangers make me nervous…"

((Sorry. I usually avoid putting age and stuff on the 'net. I mean no offense. That's just what I was taught.))

The dwarf's eyes widened. "Wh-what? N-no!" His stuttering stopped in surprise when the newcomer hid behind a curtain. "O-oh. Hi, I'm Bashful. It's nice to meet you."

Bashful smiled slightly. "I do like surprising people. Dopey and I do it all the time. A-and on Halloween, it's not so likely to upset them!" ((I know! It wasn't my idea. I got it from minty-flutters and their adorable sketch dump. But, it's just too cute!))

Me: I have to go I'm too stupid to talk to you

"Doc says I'm good at getting some children to 'come out of their shell.'" Bashful answered. "But, being around a big group of kids, or too many people in general, makes me nervous."

Bashful's eyes widened, hurt, and maybe even a flash of anger, showing in them for just a split second. Then, the look vanished, replaced by a weak smile. "Well, I- I hope he's happy." There was no anger or sarcasm in the words, only sadness.

"What's a…Klondike Bar?"