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Kronk heard "festive feast" and knew that he had to be there. In fact, he'd taken it upon himself to volunteer and make a few dishes. Which of course, included his famous spinach puffs. After all the hard work in the kitchen, Kronk figured it was about time he take a much deserved break. As he hung up his apron, he wiped the excess flour off his hands and chuckled, shouting back into the kitchen. "No Gustavo, you're the man! Okay, don't work too hard," he smiled, heading out toward the bar to grab a drink. He settled in nicely at the bar next to another man, hoping to strike up friendly conversation. "I'm not too much of a drinker, what do you think is good?"

guido had made it home just in time for the holidays and it turned out that it was just as the towns festivities were kicking off. pulling up to the festive feast, guido walked into the town hall and looked around for some people he knew before opting to head to the bar. @happieststarters

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Tina smirked. Anonymity was on her side two-fold; Kronk clearly had no idea that she was, in fact, Tina Bell, the little pest. Even if he did, what were the chances that he knew anything of her history with Wendy? This would be a cakewalk. “Oh, Wendy and I go way back,” Tina began, sickly sweet. “I’d know her description just about anywhere. We’re, like, total besties.” A bold faced lie. “So, like… what’s the deal? Do you fancy her? I promise I won’t tell.”

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Kronk rose his brows in surprise, not realizing that he was talking to a friend of Wendy’s. Part of him was intrigued, as he was hoping to get to know her more. Friends could help with that, right? Point him in the right direction at least. “Really? Well that’s great! I’ve been looking for her, but with all of these costumes, it’s sort of overwhelming.” He let out a small chuckle as he looked around. The next question sort of caught him off guard. “Well, I— I mean, I don’t not fancy her....” he answered honestly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Why, has she said anything about me?”

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Kronk could admit that he was a bit oblivious at times, but he didn’t catch the shift in their conversation. He had been hoping to find Wendy tonight, of course, and while he was going to ask her to go together, it was supposed to be a mystery event. So, he played along. It was quite fun, honestly, getting to try and guess the mystery. “Actually, yeah,” he nodded, a bit surprised. “How did you know?”

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Mischief gonna mischief. It was true that Tina had set out on her evening with the plan to cause a little trouble here and there, but there was no actual plan as to what that trouble was. It was far more exciting seeing where the mischief took her. When opportunity knocks, you answer the door.

And opportunity arrived at the door in the form of… well, she had no idea who because they were wearing a mask. BUT! That wasn’t what had piqued her interest. The knocking came in the description of someone Tina Bell knew all too well. Her brow raised behind her Luna Moth mask, her ear pricked in Kronk’s direction. She swerved past annoyance, and straight onto plan making. “You’re not talking about Wendy Darling, are you?”

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being social was not his scene but he was making a more conscious effort to be a normal functioning human - trying to at least. the masquerade was as good a time as any, especially with the fact that he could hide behind a mask until midnight at least. his towering height didn’t help his ability to hide his identity but the mask itself helped like it was a security blanket. 

zach stood awkwardly to the side looking out to the crowd. not sure what to do with himself he hovered in his spot and sipped at his drink. 

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Kronk loved socializing. Growing up in a big family really made you either hate it or love it. Fortunately, Kronk enjoyed talking to people and getting to know them. He was a true kid at heart and loved learning new things. However, he also knew that with so many people in a family, the attention could become divided, and understood what feeling left out was like. So, events like this gave him the perfect opportunity to both quench his desire for socializing and to help others who may be feeling like a bystander in the festivities. 

Seeing someone off to the side, Kronk casually wandered over, his own drink in hand and smiled. “Oh, man... what a night, huh? Say, have you gotten to look around yet? I mean, everyone’s costumes are just so... beautiful, honestly.”

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Whoever Kronk’s secret valentine was, he was going to be ready. Whether they were looking for romance, a friend, a shoulder to cry on, or just someone to give them some good advice, he was ready and willing. Kronk looked around the crowd of people anxiously trying to find their matches, and smiled. He was holding a single red rose in his hand to give to whomever his match happened to be. Single or taken, everyone deserved to feel loved on Valentine’s day, he thought. What better way to ensure that than by making someone feel special? According to the clues, he was looking for someone with brown hair, a great smile, and who hated peas. The last one wasn’t exactly obvious or easy to guess, but he liked the challenge. 

“Excuse me,” he called out to someone walking by. “You wouldn’t happen to hate peas, would you?”

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wendydxrling​:

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It was nice to bump into someone and be welcomed into a conversation, a stark change from being around Peter and the Lost Boys. It was even nicer to bump into Kronk. He was intelligent, kind and was someone who was genuinely fun to be around. “You don’t have to thank me” 

Sitting by the water did sound like it would be calming. Nothing too overwhelming for an already sleep deprived duo “That sounds like a wonderful idea. I always liked the sound of the water” she smiled and took his hand without hesitation “Lead the way” she spoke as they wandered down the street, following Kronks guidance. “Do you often go to the water when you can’t sleep?” she asked curiously. 

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Kronk gave her hand a gentle squeeze as their fingers locked. Wendy’s hand was so warm, and comforting to hold that he couldn’t help but smile. “Not always, but often enough. I think the sound calms me down enough to give sleep a second thought,” he joked, chuckling softly. Though, there was a truth to it. Like Wendy, he too found the sound of water soothing. 

“There’s something about it that just comforts me, I guess. The small little ripples, the way the moon shines in it, I dunno, it’s just... nice,” he nodded, thoughts drifting away. “I’ve always found the night time beautiful.” Like you, he said, in his mind. At least, he thought in was just in his head. “Like you.”

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Something about the way Wendy said I’m feeling awfully human right now made Kronk pause for a moment. It was admirable, and so soft and vulnerable, that he couldn’t help but smile slightly, though it was probably not the most appropriate time. His goal wasn’t to scare her, but it did make him feel important that she trusted him enough to protect her. 

Honestly, Kronk wasn’t sure if he believed in ghosts or not. He’d never had any run-ins with any, and therefore wasn’t sure if they existed or not. Maybe they would find out tonight. At her question, he merely shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess because I’ve never really been scared of ghosts. I spent a lot of time outdoors, in the day time and the night time, so you sort of get used to eerie settings.” They took a few more steps, the floorboards occasionally creaking under their feet. It wasn’t until they started to approach a hallway that he noticed it suddenly got colder. “Do you feel that?”

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Kronk thought it was kind of cute that Wendy was scared, but also wanted to assure her that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. “Fear is a natural emotion, it makes you human,” he smiled. “I promise, everything will be okay. I’ll protect you.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at the mention of Zak Bagans. “From the tv show? You can never really trust a company that makes a profit off of people watching and believing. No, you have to experience it for yourself.” When they heard the noise and Wendy grabbed onto him, he turned to calm her down. “Hey, look at me,” he directed. “It’s okay, these old houses make noises all the time. I promise, if you get really scared and don’t want to go any further, we can leave. Okay?” Kronk asked, wrapping an arm around her for comfort.

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She was a woman of logic and reason, and the idea of possible ghosts sent all logic to the back of her head. “I’m feeling awfully human right now” she replied, grabbing onto the sleeves of her sweatshirt to mentally psyche herself up. Kronk offering to protect her brought a warmness to her heart and had her suddenly feeling shy. 

“Yes from the tv show. He knows ghosts well, he’ll love a call about a ghost.” What he said did make sense, it was bizarre for one man and his friends to have so many tv shows about ghosts, they were obviously making money from it. “I think I’m okay with watching it over experiencing it” she whimpered, clinging onto his arm. At his prompt, Wendy braved a look up at him. He was so certain, so confident in his promise it had her blindly nodding along with every word he said “Okay” she spoke, mustering up her voice and curling into him while they continued their exploration of her monster house as Wendy dubbed it in her mind “How can you be so relaxed in here?” It was the uncertainty that was freaking her out. The not knowing what was lurking around the home had send her brain into overdrive. 

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She worked hard to compartmentalise her fear, but now that she was in a position of genuine fear, that compartmentalisation went completely out the window. 

“I can enjoy the spirit of Halloween in a less scary way.” Watching scary movies, going pumpkin picking, fancy dress, they were all suitable less fear inducing than this. “I don’t know. We call Ghostbusters? Are they real? Or we contact that Zak Bagans guy, he famously loves going on Ghost Adventures” Just as she managed to calm down, she heard a loud creak from down the hall causing her to jump and hold onto Kronks arm tighter than before. 

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Kronk thought it was kind of cute that Wendy was scared, but also wanted to assure her that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. “Fear is a natural emotion, it makes you human,” he smiled. “I promise, everything will be okay. I’ll protect you.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at the mention of Zak Bagans. “From the tv show? You can never really trust a company that makes a profit off of people watching and believing. No, you have to experience it for yourself.” When they heard the noise and Wendy grabbed onto him, he turned to calm her down. “Hey, look at me,” he directed. “It’s okay, these old houses make noises all the time. I promise, if you get really scared and don’t want to go any further, we can leave. Okay?” Kronk asked, wrapping an arm around her for comfort.

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wendydxrling​:

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Logically speaking, maybe wandering around town alone in the dark wasn’t the best idea in terms of health and safety, but it was the only thing that calmed her busy mind down. Seeing Kronk brought a smile to her face, something that she had caught herself doing the past few times they had crossed paths. 

“I’m not much better at answering questions right now either. It’s late, lets not ask any complicated questions” she laughed along with him. “No, I do. It means a lot” He could’ve left her like most others did, so she appreciated him sticking around. 

“I’d like that” she smiled “Were you walking to somewhere specific? I didn’t have much of a route planned myself.”

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Kronk wasn’t exactly sure how the two kept running into each other like this; unplanned, but certainly not unwelcome. He enjoyed spending time with Wendy, and thought that she was a delight. If only he could make her see that... He smiled softly when she told him it meant a lot, a light pink hue brushing over his cheeks. “Well, thanks.”

“No, not really,” he shook his head, unsure of where he wanted to go, but knowing that anywhere would be just fine so long as he had her company. “We could go sit by the water? It’s always nice at night; peaceful.” If there was one thing Kronk was fond of perhaps more than anything, it was the outdoors. He hated being cooped up, and maybe that added to his insomnia, but he hardly cared. “C’mon, I know the way,” he smiled, offering her his hand.

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Usually, Kronk was a pretty level headed guy with sense about things that might be spooky or dangerous. He normally would keep his distance, but during the Halloween season, the spookier the better. Plus, he secretly had to admit that he was enjoying feeling like the protector in this situation. 

“Oh come on, you don’t wanna enjoy the spirit of Halloween? Besides, how is anyone supposed to know if this house is actually haunted if they don’t check it out for themselves? I’m sure it won’t be that bad...” 

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Wendy Darling was braver than she looked, that didn’t mean she was stupid. It has taken some great convincing (and a good set of puppy dog eyes) from Kronk to convince her to even step foot into the ghastly looking haunted house. Now she was stuck here and she was latched onto Kronk’s arm at any sound that spooked her. 

“Why did you convince me to do this?”

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Lately, Kronk had been working so many late nights for Yaiza that he was feeling exhausted. However, every time he tried to lay down, suddenly he felt wide awake. He tried a variety of things; white noise, warm milk, cozy blankets... nothing seemed to be working. Eventually, he gave up and decided to talk a walk around town. He hadn’t expected to see anyone this late, but when Wendy came into view, he adjusted his glasses and smiled. 

“Oh— yeah, I mean, no? I mean... yes, I can’t sleep,” he chuckled. “Even though I’m so tired I can’t answer questions easily.” Joking about it at least made him feel better. Her thank you took him by surprise. “You don’t have to. That’s what friends are for, right?” he asked, simply. 

“Do you want to walk together, then?”

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Late night thoughts had been plaguing her mind for hours now. The stress of her schedule usually got to her like this, and when it did she always struggled to sleep. Deciding against tossing and turning for the night, she got out of bed, got changed and crept outside her home to go for a walk to clear her head. 

“Can’t sleep either?” she asked. She didn’t usually cross paths with people when she would wander around at night but tonight was an exception. 

“You know…You always seem to show up when I need it most. Thank you for that.” her voice quiet, like she was trying to avoid waking up anyone else in the town. “I’ll never know how to thank you for that”

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What are you going to do when Peter comes for you?

“... I’m sorry ... who?”

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Kronk had been so excited to be a part of this camping experience that he volunteered to lead a majority of the camp activities. Nature expeditions was his main niche. He knew a lot about camping and scouting, having been a scout leader. This should be a piece of cake, right? Wrong. What Kronk hadn’t accounted for was the fact that these weren’t kids who were excited to do everything and earn badges. These were adults, who were much harder to excite. At least, most of them. A lot of the college aged kids were still kids at heart, and those were who Kronk knew how to handle. However, he would have to change tactics to a more… universal one.

“Okay everyone! So, todays activities are located on the board of the craft services tent. Anyone who is interested in the nature expedition or scavenger hunt, please follow me!”

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Honesty hour: Who is one person in town you would trust implicitly with your life?

Rosetta. She’s like family to me.

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honesty hour: thoughts on wendy darling?

"M-my thoughts? Oh, well... I think she's a wonderful person. Beautiful, smart, kind... *ahem* does that, uh, answer your question?"

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wendydxrling​:

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Anything involving Peter and The Lost boys was never straight forward. She was aware how stupid it sounded to everyone else, being banished from speaking to people, but around Peter emotions were always heightened. As far as Peter’s group, Peter’s words were the gospel truth and the law of the land. “Let’s just say it’s complicated” she noted, not knowing how else to describe it “Not to Peter they don’t. If Peter had it his way, we’d all be kids forever. He refuses to acknowledge growing up.” There would always be a special place in her heart for Peter and the Lost Boys, but as Kronk said, everyone grows up. That place would be a distant memory to Wendy and nothing more, she wouldn’t repeat the past, regardless of Peter’s attempts to have her return to memory lane. “Thank you. It’s nice to be around someone that isn’t condemning me for once.” Wendy’s eyes fell to the bookshop and widened like a cat on catnip. She adored reading, and she wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to be around books “A great choice” she smiled, clearly unable to contain her enthusiasm for the shop “Do you read a lot?” she asked as they walked into the store “Is there a particular favourite book of yours?”

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Maybe Kronk should have chosen his words better. He knew that these things could be complicated, and he hoped that Wendy didn’t think he meant any harm by it. While her ‘friends’ weren’t being very friendly in his eyes, he had no idea how she still felt about them, and didn’t mean to upset her. Luckily she didn’t seem too upset, which he was thankful for. “Kids forever... it does sound kind of nice, I’ll give him that. No responsibilities, no rules... Though without grown ups, wouldn’t that mean that no more kids would be born? Or... I don’t really know how that would work,” he laughed. Kronk was happy that she liked his suggestion. It felt nice to be able to make decisions on his own for once and share them with someone who would care. Growing up as a middle child of seven had never been easy. All of his siblings paired up with one another and usually outvoted him in decision making, so what was the point? At least Wendy liked his decisions. “I dabble, you know, here and there. But I mostly just like the feeling you get from a place like this. I don’t know if I would say I have a favorite. What about you?”