@ScarletAndHerSides
(…. :O
Sure.
:OOO)
(…. :O
Sure.
:OOO)
Lucille grumbled and scrambled onto the top, pushing one of Tyson's knees in the process.
"Ow." He groaned.
"Sorry, sorry." Lucille sighed, she sat down, "I'm not standing up for at least 5 minutes."
"You wimp." Tyson sat up. "I could do this all day."
"You're a wimp, you meanie pants." Lucille grumbled, adjusting her sitting position to be more comfortable.
Tyson rolled his eyes. "Right. Who fought in a war?"
"You." Lucille sighed, shaking her head.
"Yep." He nodded, a smirk on his face. "But I was also the one who got us into this mess so….uh…yeah…"
"I mean you're not… wrong. I suppose that makes you even more of a 'not-wimp.' I'm literally too physically tired to argue."
"Let's see where we are eh?"
"Please do." Lucille sighed, gesturing towards the edge of thing they were on.
(Wall)
Tyson peered over the edge. "Okay…I see…the sun…ow…and… a city….like earth city…except the sky is fricking pink."
(Right.)
"Maybe it's dawn." Lucille shrugged.
"No I think it's west and it's setting dang it."
"I couldn't understand a thing from that sentence." Lucille said, squinting at him, "Either you're speaking gibberish, or I'm the gibber. What is a gibber."
"I have no clue." He sighed. "I think we're both overly tired."
"T-i-r-e-d."
"Alright. Do you think we could walk on the roofs for a bit?"
"As long as no birds or humans tumble down."
"Lovely thought."
"Being lovely is nice. Being tired is not."
Tyson rolled his eyes. "Where's the bag?"
"On my back, because it's a backpack."
"Lordy."
"I think I'm insane."
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