HE WAS A PRETTY YOUNG THING

[Hybrid Holocaust]

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In between his desperate gasps for air and his loud guffaws, Hybrid managed to see Gabriel get up and begin making his way toward the fallen Infernian. Hybrid let out a last few fleeting chuckles as he slowly began to push himself into a sitting position. He hoped to achieve a more... optimal sitting position to better watch Gabriel and the hilarity he knew would ensue. Hybrid would not be taking any chances trying to walk — or run — since he knew what would happen. He had just witnessed a rather spectacular crash, and certainly did not intend to follow in his Aquila's steps. Hybrid wanted to be the one laughing and Gabriel to be the one flailing about. It was more — what was the word he was looking for? — fun that way.





Hybrid could see Gabriel struggling to make his way over to Hybrid, but again, it ended rather spectacularly. Gabriel fell to his stomach, and again, Hybrid found himself laughing with delight. He wanted to crow, again, again, again! and clap his paws together, but he knew he should at least try to show some restraint.

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