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[The video starts with a view of Hazel's room. Although no one can be seen, there is the sound of very slow typing and high pitched grumbling. After a few seconds a fairy clumsily flies up into view. She is holding a sock in front of herself and is glowing a pale pink color. Upon closer inspection the fairy appears to be Hazel. Her voice is higher pitched than usual.]

Um... I think I need a little help.

[Whatever caused her transformation clearly did not see fit to change her clothes with her. She is very obviously embarrassed. She is only about five inches tall at the moment and seems to be having a bit of trouble holding on to the sock she is covering herself with.]

I can't open the door and I don't quite fit under it. It's still a little too cold to try breaking the window to get outside... I'm not even sure I can break it.

[There is a very faint gurgling sound and by the way her pink glow deepened it's fairly obvious that it came from her stomach. Hunger may very well have been the only reason she is asking for help. There really is no telling how long she'd been stuck in her room.]

So, um... help?

[She then let herself sink out of view. There is the sound of more very slow typing before the video cuts off.]

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Ugh, first I find a Chocobo feather and get turned into a Chocobo... what did you find that did this?

...

And I'll be there in a minute...

It was a flower.

...

Okay.

All right.

[And, ACTION... tag. Sora closes the netbook and gets up, taking his blanket with him and not caring that it's trailing behind him. And because he's sick and mildly buzzed on cold meds, it takes him a bit more than a minute to get to her room. How long exactly, he isn't sure. He can hope, as he opens the door, that he didn't take too long...]]

[Hazel is sitting next to the touch pad on her laptop still covering herself with the sock. There is a pink flower next to her clothes on the floor.]

Um...

[She was already glowing pink before he got there but, the color deepened when he opened the door.]

Um...

[Now Sora's blushing. His cold medicine and fever buzzed brain had not registered, when he'd seen Hazel's post, that she was naked. Somehow, seeing her in person makes it so much more obvious.]

Ok... I guess we couldn't be lucky enough that there's doll clothes or something around, huh?

[Slowly, his fuzzy mind gets around to the idea that maybe he ought to look elsewhere because while he has certainly seen a girl naked (Kairi), he is not on that sort of basis with Hazel.]

[She hugs the sock more firmly to her front. She really wished there had been something better.]

Um... Probably not.

[She was probably about as pink as she could get or the color would have darkened again.]

Something easier to work with than a sock might be good...

[Processing, processing. Sora sighs, wishing he had put off the cold meds a little longer as his brain is really not into this right now.]

Of course not.

[And the blushing probably wasn't helping his fever any.]

Uh, there are linen napkins in the kitchen. Maybe that would work?

[Hazel is only five inches tall. The napkins would probably be too big... At least she has a clear head.]

Maybe if you cut it smaller...

[She's now wondering if she can sew with a regular sized needle while she's so small.]

[Thankfully someone has a clear head, but Sora does realize that the napkin is a bit big. Sort of.]

Okay, I can do that.

[If Hazel were to think of mentioning sewing, Sora would be able to tell her that he does, in fact know how to sew. This being because he tended to tear his clothes so often, his mother got fed up with all the mending and taught him to do it himself, but that's another pot of stew altogether. For the moment, he'll go and get the linen napkin and scissors when he returns, he'll be asking Hazel about sizes.]

[While Sora was gone she considered how she was going to do this. The wings made it slightly more difficult.]

[His cold medicine buzz isn't complicating things that much. He's back quick enough, considering that he's still trailing the blanket he was curled up under earlier.]

So what are you going to do with this?

[She looked at the napkin.]

It's really big...

[She thinks for a moment.]

Maybe if it was cut into strips I could sorta wrap it...

[She almost goes to gesture but, remembers at the last second to hold onto her sock.]

[Sora ponders this a moment, examining the napkin. It is awfully big. At the moment, Hazel's no bigger than Tinkerbell and possibly a little skinnier.

After a moment, he has a small epiphany, though whether to accredit it to a genuine smart idea on his part or to the cold meds, he has no clue. He can hear Roxas groaning at the idiocy of it all in the back of his mind.]

Hmm... Got a needle and thread?

Um... I think in the top drawer over there.

[She points to a dresser next to the door... Making sure to keep a firm hold on her sock with her other arm.]

[Sora retrieves the needle and thread and double checks to make sure he did actually pick up scissors before plopping down on floor examining the napkin for a moment. He couldn't make this perfect, he knew that. But he was going to try to not to make it look too weird. Hazel could be stuck for a week like he was or a day or a few days or who knew, even?]

Ah, pins.

[He mutters that and something else to himself as he stands up again to see if there are any pins in the drawer, though truth be told, this was going to be enough of a head ache as it was. The best he could do for such a tiny size was a bag tunic and the pins were almost as long as he'd need to make cut the cloth to. Well, if worst came to worse came to worst, there was always cutting a piece of cloth to a size she could make a toga out of. But for now, he'd try to make something less likely to come undone.]

[Hazel hadn't been aware that Sora could sew. she watched him for a moment and wondered if he was taking her wings into account.]

I guess it's a little hard to sew something so small...

[And her stomach takes this opportunity to remind her that she's hungry by gurgling audibly.]

[Surpisingly, his fever and cold medicine fogged brain is considering her wings... considering what a pain cutting holes for them might be. Maybe if there's a small pair of scissors with a point in the drawer...? He gets up again to check and luckily, there is a pair.]

It could be worse, I suppose.

[He starts to get back to what he was doing when he thinks he hears a tiny tummy gurgle, but he doesn't look up from what he's doing. Instead, he smiles softly, suppressing a chuckle.]

Wouldn't it have been better to ask for help sooner? How long have you been stuck in here?

[Hazel pouted.]

I was trying to find something to wear. I didn't want anyone to see me.

[The sock was a little too thick to wrap around herself and still still be able to move and everything else she could get to was far too big for her to even lift.]

And for a while I tried to turn myself back to normal. Obviously it didn't work. So... only a few hours.

[Sora isn't looking and so doesn't see the pout, but he's reasonably certain that she is pouting.]

Well... those shopkeepers have a weird business going. Maybe we can find something there that'll fit. In the meantime, this ought to do.

[He finishes with the garment and looks it over. Embarrassingly enough, it isn't the first time he's made a bag tunic for lack of a pattern or some other problem. But that was an incident he'd rather not discuss and anyway, this certainly is the first time he's made such a thing for a tiny fairy... although, in this case, it's the wearer's size that prompted the design or lack thereof.]

I see. Well, here we go. And I'm pretty sure I heard a tummy grumble, so I guess the next step is food.

[He offers her the garment and politely looks away so she can get dressed.]

[She dresses quickly. It isn't much of a garment but, it's better than a sock.]

Thanks.

[She isn't quite as pink as she was before... she hasn't really noticed the color changing though.]

...Yeah. I'm probably gonna need a little help with that too.

[She figures she may as well get used to flying and somewhat clumsily flies towards the door.]

You're welcome.

[Sora follows her, mildly amused but trying not to show it. He's also ready to catch, or try to, if she should be having that much trouble with flying. Given the medicine head and general blahness of being sick, he hopes it doesn't come to that.]

Hmm.

[She makes it to the kitchen without too much trouble. She lands on the table and thinks about what she's gonna eat. Considering the lack of fairy sized utensils it will have to be something she can eat with her hands.]

...I can't even lift most of this stuff.

[She's poking at an apple that is sitting on the table... and she's pouting.]

[Sora is well aware that he had it easier by quite a bit while he was a Chocobo, at least as far as food and clothing went. Not that having been naked when he'd changed back had done him any favors... Sighing, he finds a knife in the drawer and picks up the apple. Clearly, he'll have to cut it up pretty small, but this isn't really a big deal.]

At least you still have thumbs. Bird wings aren't so helpful.

[She watches him cut up the apple.]

I guess...

[She'd have to see if the shop had anything sized for fairies... If the shop keeper wasn't the type to have a fairy as something he'd sell. Yeah... No going alone for her.]

I don't know what I'm going to do with myself though.

[She could still use magic but, she wasn't sure what good it would do her if she couldn't even open the door to get to the next room.]

[Hopefully that's small enough. And obviously, she's not going to eat the whole thing, but he's not so sure he's even hungry so now he's looking for a container to put the rest in the refrigerator.]

Well... I don't think going anywhere now is a good idea.

[This fact is emphasized by a coughing fit. Grumbling, he washes his hands before resuming the search for something to put the cut fruit in.]

Unless you can find Riku... but I have no idea where he's gone. He might not even be in the house...

[That brings a sudden pang of concern. He had expected Riku to jump on his case about getting turned into a Chocobo, but there'd been nothing. He's not sure yet if he's gotten any comments on his post as he'd founds Hazel's request for help just after posting and anyway, he's kind of doubting that Riku would have replied to it now...]

[She picked up a piece of apple.]

Well... I'm kinda tired from trying to turn myself back anyway.

[She didn't know what else to say so she contented herself with munching on the fruit. She'd have to consider finding something to drink out of.]

Maybe tomorrow, then.

[Brain dead is probably the best way to describe Sora's state of mind at the moment.]

Do you need anything else?

[She considered the question. She liked fruit well enough but, she doubted she should live on it however long she was going to be a fairy.]

I dunno. What's easy?

[There wasn't much that didn't need to be cooked. Aside from fruit there was just bread, cheese, and a few basic snacks. She couldn't cook for herself at the moment and Sora should probably be going to bed.]

Uh...

[Sora looks through the cabinets and the fridge for a moment.]

Cheese, bread, soup, tuna who eats canned tuna? that's cat food... left over chicken... ew, never mind the chicken. That has a date with the trash can.

[He takes the offending leftovers and empties the container into the trash.]

Er... Grilled cheese?

[Hazel sighed at the suggestion of grilled cheese. She would have liked it but, she doubted he could make a sandwich small enough for her.]

Um... I don't think you'll be able to make it small enough. Maybe just a bit of cheese and bread for now.

[She was beginning to realize that Sora probably should have gone to bed a while ago.]

We can think of something better later... or tomorrow.

I could make a sandwich that small... but now probably isn't a good time to try it...

[He's not going to tell her that he may or may not be starting to see double. She probably already noticed that he's a bit out of it, but there was no sense in giving her reason to worry. He sets about fetching the requested items and cutting them to pixie size.]

All right.

But can you grill it without burning it to a crisp?

[She didn't fuss since he seemed inclined to get to bed as soon as she didn't need anything.]

Good.

Hmm... Probably. That small, it would cook pretty quick, but... not now...

[Yes, he would be going to bed as soon as he wasn't needed. But he isn't one to leave someone needing help.]

Did you need a drink or something like that?

[She was thirsty but, she didn't want to make Sora try to find something small enough for her to use as a cup.]

Um, some water. Uh... Just put it in something I can reach into.

[It would be easier to just cup some water in her hands for now.]

Thank you.

Ok.

[He can see where this is going, ignoring Roxas's comment in the back of his mind that it was only too obvious. Fact of the matter was that he was messed up enough for it to be noticeable. Still, he gets her the water in what he's reasonably certain is an espresso cup.]

No problem.

This works.

[She gets her drink and impulsively flies over to Sora and gives him a brief hug on the arm.]

Now go sleep.

[And she flies back to her room to curl up under the covers.]

[Dumbfounded by the hug, Sora watches after her for a moment before wobbling up to his room and putting his netbook away so he could got to sleep (the netbook had been left sitting on the bed). As he drifts off, he considers the possibility that he'll think of the whole thing as a dream in the morning...]

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