The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"
Yeah, getting up to seventy-five miles an hour is easy. It's stopping that's the hard part. Not that it matters now, now I can't even reach twelve. But the longer lifespan is worth it." Fortu said.
"Come on," Monique said. "Take off your shoes and roll up your pant legs. We can't reach twelve miles per hour, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the pace." She kicked off her own shoes and headed towards the door, pulling his arm. "Enough sitting around this silly hut."
She hopped over the railing and trotted through the sand before her feet met the surf. She waved to him and broke into a run along the water's edge.
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Swith paused with cleaning her face and looked at Thriller curiously. "You are
refreshingly bizarre," she reiterated, picking his legs up and getting him onto his bed properly. She tucked him in and folded a small silver bead into his palm. "Alright, I don't know what you've given yourself, but if your heart stops beating from that medication, I'll revive you." She poked around and found an empty trunk, cast a portal and curled up inside to digest."
OOC: Night, Germ!