12-05-2019, 03:02 AM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica; color: #2D0B08;"]Oh shit, the authority arrived. Lemy wobbled in place, squinting at Rin as her words rattled inside his brain like a ping-pong machine. "No, I tripped," he tried to coherently say, completely failing to hide the slur in his voice, "I think." He started rapidly blinking in order to make the fuzziness in his vision go away, letting out a huff of frustration when it didn't improve.
Her words, however, made a jolt of alarm run through his spine. Shit. He was going to get censored. (The word was censored, right? Or was it blocked? Deleted? His mind went blank.) "Nonononono! Listen, listen, issa like a, uh. A bike, y'know? Ya gotta crash a bit in order to ride it correctly," Lemy had never ridden a bike in his entire life, since he was a cat. He had no reason to think Rin had ever ridden a bike either because she was also a cat. However, his good ol' noggin was getting all jumbled up so he had to take what he could.
"Hm, uh. Listen, ya can check me if you ride the sled. Or else I'll be really sad, and if I do gotta concussion and I die? I'll die being sad 'cuz of ya, which would be even sadder," man he really ought to stop talking. His own voice sounded like a nasty case of tinnitus. Lemy shoved his bargain-bin sled towards Rin. Fuck safety, he came out here to sled and he was going to see some sledding even if he ended up dropping dead in the middle of the territory. Those were, like. Boundaries, right? He read that in a self-help book once. His boundary was sledding before check-ups.
Then Videogames showed up and Lemy honest-to-god jumped. His vision blurred and he went sailing into the snow. He hissed in pain and quickly scrambled to his paws, ignoring the way he swayed on his feet. How did he not see him? The fucker was the tallest one here. "'course I'm okay, Viddy. Viddy-Viddy Vid Vid. One-hundred-percent. It'll heal on 'is own. I'm real good at healing myself, 'part of my charm. Rinny, please get on the sled, else I'm gonna cry," he probably did have a concussion but if he admitted that then Rin was going to ground him. Then what the fuck was he going to do? Admit that he failed? Gave himself a concussion by being an idiot? Fuck off. "you're next after Rinny, okay Viddy? Don't get near me," the last words were spoken as an afterthought, slurred and mumbled. Lemy wasn't even aware he had said them, too busy trying to keep himself upright.
Her words, however, made a jolt of alarm run through his spine. Shit. He was going to get censored. (The word was censored, right? Or was it blocked? Deleted? His mind went blank.) "Nonononono! Listen, listen, issa like a, uh. A bike, y'know? Ya gotta crash a bit in order to ride it correctly," Lemy had never ridden a bike in his entire life, since he was a cat. He had no reason to think Rin had ever ridden a bike either because she was also a cat. However, his good ol' noggin was getting all jumbled up so he had to take what he could.
"Hm, uh. Listen, ya can check me if you ride the sled. Or else I'll be really sad, and if I do gotta concussion and I die? I'll die being sad 'cuz of ya, which would be even sadder," man he really ought to stop talking. His own voice sounded like a nasty case of tinnitus. Lemy shoved his bargain-bin sled towards Rin. Fuck safety, he came out here to sled and he was going to see some sledding even if he ended up dropping dead in the middle of the territory. Those were, like. Boundaries, right? He read that in a self-help book once. His boundary was sledding before check-ups.
Then Videogames showed up and Lemy honest-to-god jumped. His vision blurred and he went sailing into the snow. He hissed in pain and quickly scrambled to his paws, ignoring the way he swayed on his feet. How did he not see him? The fucker was the tallest one here. "'course I'm okay, Viddy. Viddy-Viddy Vid Vid. One-hundred-percent. It'll heal on 'is own. I'm real good at healing myself, 'part of my charm. Rinny, please get on the sled, else I'm gonna cry," he probably did have a concussion but if he admitted that then Rin was going to ground him. Then what the fuck was he going to do? Admit that he failed? Gave himself a concussion by being an idiot? Fuck off. "you're next after Rinny, okay Viddy? Don't get near me," the last words were spoken as an afterthought, slurred and mumbled. Lemy wasn't even aware he had said them, too busy trying to keep himself upright.