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<span class="mu-r">“Can you do a moving pattern? Like a spider crawling up a web?”</span> you requested.
Pan screwed his face up in concentration and leaned back a bit.
<span class="mu-g">“Sounds tricky, but I think I can manage it.”</span> he decided, before bringing his hands to his mouth. <span class="mu-g">“Just need to figure out how I’m gonna…ah! This should do it.”</span>
He leaned forward and whistled through his fingers, moving them up and down sporadically, as if he were playing a flute of some sort. It was such a simple gesture, but you guessed that there were hidden depths to the tricks.
Gwen gasped, and your attention was drawn back to the city, where the lights were now forming a web-like pattern. You watched as a long legged figure crawled out from the corner of the city limits, its limbs dancing around, disappearing and reappearing over and over. It sort of reminded you of those neon signs you’d see on storefronts downtown.
You and Gwen were both laughing in amazement, pulling out your phones and recording the grand light show for later.
<span class="mu-g">“Ooh! Ooh! Do, um…Donkey Kong throwing barrels at Mario!”</span> Gwen called out excitedly.
Lost Boy stopped whistling and gave her a puzzled look.
<span class="mu-g">“The who and the what now?”</span>
Gwen gave him a flat look and showed him a gif on her phone. Pan nodded and glanced at his fairy.
<span class="mu-g">“Gonna need your help for this one Tink.”</span> he concluded.
You heard a gentle, ringing sound from the fairy as she flew closer to his ear. Pan nodded and cupped an ear to listen to whatever it was that she was saying.
<span class="mu-g">“You mean like this?”</span> he asked, showing her another strange hand sign.
Tinkerbell shook from side to side.
<span class="mu-g">“Like this.”</span>
Tinkerbell bounced up and down slightly, but Pan still made a few last minute corrections before attempting the daunting task.
<span class="mu-g">“Alright. Here goes!”</span>
Lost Boy blew, and the landscape lightshow changed once more. Somehow, your troubles and frustrations were pushed out of your mind by the sight of a glowing gorilla tossing barrels at a determined-looking plumber.
The two of you were racking your brains to come up with a new pattern for Pan to imitate, but your little party was suddenly interrupted by the arrival of another figure.
A dark, two dimensional shadow of small stature was jumping up and down on the floor’s flat surface, trying to get your attention with very animated gestures. Its silhouette was identical to that of Peter Pan’s.
<span class="mu-g">“What’s wrong?”</span> he asked.
The shadow placed pointed fingers beside his head, imitating devil horns.
Pan groaned. <span class="mu-g">“Ugh. The hag’s on her way.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Wait, are you talking about Director Hill?”</span> Gwen inquired, looking a little worried. <span class="mu-g">“How can you tell?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“My shadow’s bound to her now. I can feel when she’s nearby.”</span> Pan replied with an expression of deep dislike.
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