Sweetums belongs to "Tales from Muppetland: The Frog Prince". Briar, Apple, Hopper belong to "Ever After High"
Hopper's eyes tracked the golden ball that Apple was absently rolling about as she sat outside. He took several long steadying breaths, knowing that Apple wasn't taunting him like that - girl didn't have a mean bone in her body [at least, that he knew of]. Still, gold ball plus frog prince always ended up being interesting. He forced himself to look away, glancing over at Briar and nodded to himself. Briar was a good source of distraction - something he needed [besides, he wanted something clarified].
Briar glanced over at the approaching Royal and offered him a sunny smile. "Hey, Hopper," she said, grinning. "What's?" she started to ask before she noticed the direction he had come from. "Let me guess, the ball?"
Hopper let out a soft groan and nodded. "Yeah," he said, settling down on the grass next to her. "I swear, there are times I could really hate that fairy tale."
Briar gave him a wry grin. "Join the club. Not exactly looking forward to the hundred year nap but, eh, I could think of worse fates."
Hopper arched a brow. "Such as?"
"Well, if my one fairy godmother hadn't given me her gift, instead of a hundred year nap, I'd be dead."
Hopper paused, tilting his head slightly. "Point well taken." He let out a soft sigh. "So, heard an interesting rumor..."
Briar groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Tell me Blondie didn't put that in her MirrorCast."
"The part about not needing to kiss a frog? Uh, yeah," Hopper said. "Rather a pointed reference."
Briar blushed ever so slightly. "I meant it in a general sense, you know, don't have to date ex number of guys to figure out who my prince is since he's.."
"One hundred years away," Hopper finished. "Still, it won't hurt to.." he paused, a look of irritation sweeping across his features as he transformed into a frog. He let out a slightly annoyed ribbit.
Briar chuckled quietly and scooped him up. "Let's get you inside before Sweetums finds you," she said, playfully teasing.
Hopper just gave her his best froggy glare.
Hopper's eyes tracked the golden ball that Apple was absently rolling about as she sat outside. He took several long steadying breaths, knowing that Apple wasn't taunting him like that - girl didn't have a mean bone in her body [at least, that he knew of]. Still, gold ball plus frog prince always ended up being interesting. He forced himself to look away, glancing over at Briar and nodded to himself. Briar was a good source of distraction - something he needed [besides, he wanted something clarified].
Briar glanced over at the approaching Royal and offered him a sunny smile. "Hey, Hopper," she said, grinning. "What's?" she started to ask before she noticed the direction he had come from. "Let me guess, the ball?"
Hopper let out a soft groan and nodded. "Yeah," he said, settling down on the grass next to her. "I swear, there are times I could really hate that fairy tale."
Briar gave him a wry grin. "Join the club. Not exactly looking forward to the hundred year nap but, eh, I could think of worse fates."
Hopper arched a brow. "Such as?"
"Well, if my one fairy godmother hadn't given me her gift, instead of a hundred year nap, I'd be dead."
Hopper paused, tilting his head slightly. "Point well taken." He let out a soft sigh. "So, heard an interesting rumor..."
Briar groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Tell me Blondie didn't put that in her MirrorCast."
"The part about not needing to kiss a frog? Uh, yeah," Hopper said. "Rather a pointed reference."
Briar blushed ever so slightly. "I meant it in a general sense, you know, don't have to date ex number of guys to figure out who my prince is since he's.."
"One hundred years away," Hopper finished. "Still, it won't hurt to.." he paused, a look of irritation sweeping across his features as he transformed into a frog. He let out a slightly annoyed ribbit.
Briar chuckled quietly and scooped him up. "Let's get you inside before Sweetums finds you," she said, playfully teasing.
Hopper just gave her his best froggy glare.