Rufio

Who took my clothes?

[The image the reader will be privy to now is shaky. Rufio has it held loosely in one hand as he walks, not disbelieving that it works but finding it kind of silly all the same. He's not sure if he should be addressing it or some nameless being that might be watching him as he makes his way through the woods.

The clothing issue is bothersome, though. A good outfit like that wasn't easy to put together in Neverland, as not many of the boys there were exactly good with sewing. He likes his little trinkets too, and he's somewhat pissed that he didn't wake with them.]

This isn't funny, okay? I don't know if this is supposed to be some weird sort of heaven or whatever - these wings ain't nearly big enough - but whoever's in charge needs to fork my things over right now.

Or. Or I'll do something you won't like!