Hey, I'm back!

See chapter 1 for the disclaimer.

There was a silence, before Tigger bounded over to the boy and slung an arm around him. "Hey there ol' long-ears! You alright?"

"I was." The boy batted Tigger's arms away. "Until I was disturbed by your shrieking."

"Sorry 'bout that, cotton-bottom. But Christopher Robins here!"

The boy stared blankly. "Who…?"

"Christopher Robin. Pooh's friend. He's standing over there."

The boy turned his eyes on Christopher and looked over him. Then he wrinkled his nose and gave him another look-over. The brown-head was beginning to feel a bit like an exhibit. "Hi." He said awquadly.

The boy stared at him for a couple of minutes and to be honest Christopher was freaking out a little. Was he supposed to say something? Was he accidently offending him somehow? Suddenly he had an alarming though, what if the boy was mute?

Before the brown-head had a chance to put his foot in it however, the boy walked over, stood in front of him and extended a hand, which Christopher gladly shook. "Nice to meet you. I'm Richard."

"I'm Christopher."

"I know." After a little more silence, Richard turned to Tigger. "I'll be upstairs. I have homework."

"Tea's at six!" Owl yelled from the kitchen.

Waving a hand in acknowledgement, upstairs he went, Christopher found himself breathing out a sigh of relief.

"God that was awquad." He said to Winnie. "Is that how he greets everyone? I felt like an ornament or something!"

Winnie was looking a little embarrassed, wringing his hands slightly. "Yeah…not much to say about Rabbit. He's nice, once you get to know him. It's just; he has OCPD, that's obsessive-compulsive-personality-disorder. So he's a bit you know, everything's got to be done this way and at this time in this order sort of thing…"

"Yeah." Tigger agreed, slinging an arm round Christopher like he'd known him all his life. "But he means well. He just goes about it a bit weirdly."

"Do you want to come into the living room?" Roo asked, jumping up and down energetically. "Piglet's in there. And Eeyore. "

"Ah yes, come and meet Eeyore." Winnie said, guiding his friend into the living room, which was massive. In it was Piglet sitting on the coach.

"Hey Piglet." Christopher greeted, making the boy jump a bit.

"H-hello Ch-Christopher R-robin."

"How are you?"

"I-I'm good."

Christopher was going to talk to Piglet a little more, but was distracted by Tigger yelling in his ear hole. "EEYORE! Come say hello to Christopher Robin!"

The brown-head followed Tigger's gaze until his eyes came to rest on another man. He was in a lone armchair with a book in his lap. He looked up and nodded at Chrispther. "Hello." His voice was slow and mono-tone. "I'm Eric. Eric Gray."

Well that was an appropriate name, Christopher thought staring at Eric. Everything about his seemed dark, his hair was black; he wore black jeans and a grey hoodie. He wore grey trainers and his eyes seemed tired.

Tigger was bouncing up and down next to him. "Show him why we call you Eeyore!"

"Nah, I don't think so…"

"Show him!"

Eric shot him a look. "You're not going to leave me alone until I do, are you?"

"Nope."

Giving a long-suffering sigh, Eric stretched himself out and sat up. "Okay then. Prepare yourself." Then, much to Christopher's alarm and amazement he threw his head back and let out a loud bray that sounded exactly like a donkey.

Everyone was laughing now. "You look surprised!" Roo giggled.

"W-well yeah, I wasn't expecting that!" The child laughed again.

"That was amazing." Christopher said seriously, to Eeyore. "How long have you been able to do it?"

Eeyore shrugged casually. "Since I was young. I dunno, about…6, 7?"

"How old are you now?"

"24."

"Cool."

"Want to go to my room?" Winnie interrupted.

"Sure."

Winnie's room was fairly simple in design, with a couple of posters on the walls. "What do you think then?"

Christopher considered for a minute before answering. "Tigger's mad, Roo's nice if a bit energetic, Kanga reminds me of my mother, Owl seems…interesting, Rabbit seems like he's able to make you turn to stone with just his look and Eeyore seems…depressed."

"That would make sense considering he IS depressed."

"Seriously? I got it right!?" Realising how that sounded, he awquadly cleared his throat. "Sorry, didn't mean that to sound…"

"Nah, it's alright. Eeyore's been here since he was 16, always been depressed; he used to be worse if you can imagine it. But they got him diagnosed with depression two years ago and now he attends therapy once a week. It helps. As I said, he used to be worse so…" Winnie ended with a shrug.

Just then they hear Owl hollering. "Tea!"

"Let's go." Winnie hopped of his bed and left the room, Christopher behind him.