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It’s a crackle of static and the subsequent sound of a voice calling through the small, worn walkie-talkie that cuts through the stillness of the night.
It’s late, but not late to the point where Woody’s fully asleep, thankfully, which means he can still easily answer.
Or, mostly easily at least.
Within the skunkmobile, him and Bo are cuddled together, her cape as a blanket of sorts over them. Carefully, he reached over her, the doll only stirring slightly and shifting her position on him, so that he can click the walkie-talkie's button and reply.
“Hello?” he said in a whisper.
The radio crackled to life once more, and Buzz’s voice emitted through it.
“Woody,” he said, and the relief and joy in his voice is very much evident.
Woody smiled, also glad to hear his friend. “Oh, hey, Buzz. How's it going?”
“Good, good,” the space ranger answered easily.
“Living the best married life, I’m guessing?” Woody asked.
“Oh! Um, uh. Y-yes. I suppose you could say that,” Buzz replied.
And even without Woody seeing him, the cowboy already knew the way Buzz had grown bashful, simply even referring to his wife, Jessie, whom he’d wed a few weeks ago.
“Mmm-hmm,” he answered with a sly undertone.
“What about you?” Buzz asked quickly, changing the subject.
“Oh, you know,” Woody said with a shrug. “The rescues never end, so, the job of a Lost Toy’s never done.”
“Ah...” Buzz murmured in reply.
Then things get silent on the other end for a moment, and Woody furrowed a brow, uncertain if the connection had dropped, as it sometimes would with these old radios.
“Buzz? You still there?” he asked tentatively.
“Yes, yes, I am,” Buzz replied. And then he spoke up again. “Woody, how far are you guys?” he asked.
Woody thought about it for a second, a map of where he and the Lost Toys had traveled popping up in his head. “About a couple playgrounds down from Bonnie’s,” he finally ended up saying.
“I see,” Buzz replied pensively. “And... are you guys planning on leaving any time soon?”
“Mmm, no. We’ll probably move out of town in a few days or so.”
Buzz made a little hum sound, going silent again. Woody spoke up to prompt him again, except they ended up both speaking at the same time.
“Woody, I - “
“Buzz, what’s - “
They both stopped and chuckled.
“Sorry, you first,” Woody told him.
“Yes, well...” Buzz started, clearing his throat. “You see, Bonnie’s going to go to her third-grade orientation tomorrow.”
“Third grade? Oh wow.” Woody sometimes couldn’t believe how quickly the girl was growing up. Seemed like only yesterday that she was that four-year-old little girl he’d met at Sunnyside Daycare.
“Yeah, I know. Time flies, huh?” Buzz replied, almost reading Woody’s mind. “And since she’ll be heading out with her parents for a couple of hours, we were wondering...”
He trailed off. Woody raised a brow.
“Yeah?”
“Well... I know it already happened as a playtime with Bonnie and Blaze, but Jess and I were talking and, well, we wanted to do another wedding. You know... just among the toys.”
“Oh...” Woody said, nodding with understanding. “That makes sense.”
“Yeah...” Buzz went on. “And it would mean everything to us if you and Bo and the others came, too.”
“Aw, Buzz. Of course we will,” Woody agreed. “What time we need to be there?”
Buzz paused to think for a second. “I think the orientation starts at two.”
“Got it,” Woody replied.
“Wear your best poncho,” Buzz told him teasingly.
The cowboy chuckled. “Will do,” he said, adjusting the said item – a new red one he’d managed to find – from where he was using it as a pillow.
“And, uh... Woody?”
“Yes, Buzz?”
The space ranger hesitated a little, sounding timid. “Will you, um... could you be my best man?”
A smile spread across the cowboy’s face.
“Buzz... I would be honored.”