Disclaimer: Peter Pan is not mine. The rights belongs to J.M Barrie.
Rating : K+
Warning: this fic is not beta-ed. So spare my live for doing mistakes.m(_ _)m
Author's note: This story based on one 50 sentences from Infantrum Challenge. Enjoy, folks^^
Everyday
Seconds
Every ticking second was killing Hook because Mr. Crocodile must be lurked somewhere, ready to take a better taste of him. A left arm wasn't satisfying anymore.
Hair
Even it was reeked and unkempt, but it was Tink's home. Peter's hair.
Kids
"Smee!" Hook growled, mango's water dripping from his face.
"Ay'e Cap'n." Smee stumbled on his way to his captain.
"I hate those kids."
"Which one, Cap'n."
"Which else, Idjet? That evil, cursed pack!"
Smee was thinking, but that was a skill that he couldn't master of. So he asked again, whimpering, "Do you mean Mr. Pan?"
"Smee."
"Ay'e Cap'n."
"I swear I would make you as a bait to that hideous monster."
"A-Ay'e Cap'n."
Banana
Tink still couldn't get asleep, Peter. Let's have a game, Tink chimed.
"Huh? But I'm tired," Peter yawned, perched on his bed.
Just one, okay?
"Bring it on, then."
What creature which is very fond of banana? It was an easy question. Tink's only intention was keeping Peter awake.
"…Banana freak," Peter yawned again, rolled his body, "Nite, Tink."
No wonder discordant chime was bursting, that even Peter himself wouldn't want to translate it.
Tune
Sometimes Tink's bell was discordant, high pitch, low. But for Peter, it's a lovely tune, just like a mother's lullabies.
---HF-Smile---
A/N: Sorry for grammatical error, English is not my first language. Still, I appreciate if there's anyone want to teach me…So review, anyone?