live forever with you around - carts

[fulzanin]

IT'S ONLY JUST BEGUN YOU'LL FIND US CHASING THE SUN

The Hypsilophodon was unaware, truly, of how bad she was doing. Her slip ups were natural in a way. The natural coverup, the way that she buried how she was so that she could forever be smiling, happy, and joyful. It was deeply ingrained in her mind to raise her voice, smile, be overall happy at every given moment so that she didn't add to the crushing burdens that pushed at everyone. She was oblivious so she could do her task better. If she knew all the details about the horrors of one of the other groups, she likely would be just as fallen as everyone else. That was, in Feza's mind, a great way to ignore and forcibly forget. The same was true for how to naturally behave. She was so used to the months of building up her smiling and bubbly self that brushing the dust off of how she used to behave was a hard task. She was trying, struggling, continuing to obviously slip up with how she was speaking and rambling.

Feza lifted up a hand, wriggling the weird looking fingers that the new body possessed. She even had a thumb! It wasn't like the thumb of monkeys, per se, but it was incredibly close. It allowed for a greater skill with tying things together, such as the hazardous cart that the hypsi was currently sitting in. Feza shuffled to the front of the cart, trying to see if such would help the cart start moving again. "Of course I'm not hurt! The, the cart comes with the most amazing crash prevention you'd, you'll ever see!" Feza squealed, her feathered tail wagging rapidly behind her. The Hypsilophodon's eyes were wide with delight, unburdened. Her hands curled around the front edge of the cart, tapping against the battered bar with her thumbs. "Of course, doesn't really work when, when I can't steer it. It's fine, it's- it's top of the line so it doesn't really matter if I can't steer because it's super fe- good!" The feathered creature chirped, squirming in the cart to reach a more comfortable position.

The Hypsilophodon scooted rapidly, trying to get the cart rolling again. Her antennae flicked, confused as to why she wasn't able to get the cart moving again. Were the wheels stuck? Hadn't she just checked that? Again Feza was scrambling on out of the cart, this time not being flung out by crashing. She began looking at the wheels. It wasn't as if the party thrower in disguise really knew how to work with wheels. She didn't know what had gone wrong. "I just won't go fast is all. That should, that should fix the problem of hurting anyone. And myself." Feza answered briefly. She shuffled around the cart to check another one of the wheels. When she couldn't figure out what had gone wrong with the wheels, Feza had briefly considered using her ice powers to just make a place for her to scoot around with. The Hypsilophodon caught herself - that would give away who she was! If her stuttering, still squeaky, and 'festive' slip ups hadn't already made it obvious, using her ice powers certainly would have done so. Feza settled for using her claws in order to get rid of what looked like a stick - possibly a long rock - that was wedged up in the wheels. Then again she hopped into the cart, squealing as it rolled a few feet before stopping. "See? See? It's- It's top of the line, very well crafted 'n everything!" Feza chattered in delight. She hopped a few times, absolutely filled with glee now that the crude cart was working again. "I still can't steer but it's fine look at how fast this is!" Said the gold and black theropod who, instead of rocketing around at horrifically brisk pace was now slowly wheeling forward due to the residual momentum of hopping in the cart. The slow pace didn't bother her any, delighted squeals coming from her as she rapidly bounced up and down from within her contraption.