change your mind / human disneyland au

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i heard you were looking like the moon — tags

Going on such a long trip, Roy had found himself mostly staring out the windows the whole time, watching the world as they passed it. When others got rowdy, he would gladly take part in some board games on the road - like a new one he'd just learn - punch buggy. Although, that one was not exactly fun when certain individuals got a little...uh, too competitive. But, there was other games too, like I spy, 20 questions, would you rather, and whatever else they came up with. His feet tapped the ground of the car quietly as they waited, anticipating what they'd end up doing and what they'd see. This entire event would be very new for the boy, having never been to anything even like an amusement park before.

When they finally arrived, though, he would be quick to jump out of the car and skip towards Wormwood. He stretches out, being a bit cramped up after the long car ride. The preteen fixes his pale blue collared shirt and straightens out his white shorts. Obviously they were not inside just yet, but being so close caused a healthy dose of butterflies to enter his stomach. He could already tell from the traffic, the cars, and the noise, that there was going to be a lot of people here. More people than he's ever been around at once. He adjusts his round glasses, blinking a few times.

This whole place was a little daunting to the boy, but more excitement overcame him than fear. He remains close to his father's side, looking around with wide eyes. They may not be inside the actual park yet, but there was already a certain aura he could feel, just looking in the distance towards the various sights of Disneyland. Having little knowledge over the whole cultural phenomenon as Disney was maybe not very helpful in this situation, but he cannot help but feel a childlike wonder arise in him through it all. The skinny boy remains silent, simply taking in the sights. If he were to not see the insides of any buildings or shows or even get to enjoy any rides, he likely would not mind. The experience alone - just being here - was something to behold for him. (And they were only in the parking garage! Imagine how he'll feel inside the actual park.)

He only vaguely listens to the talk of schedules and timed events, turning his head slowly towards the others as they seem ready to start moving. "Are we gonna see that talking mouse guy?" the boy asks softly with a smile. Ah, he can't remember his name. Maybe he should have watched more movies before going on this trip.