{M} - i fly like pa{p}er, get high like planes.

Barrett · 07-05-2011, 08:24 PM

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Barrett found himself startled when the Lykoi's exclamation cut through the heavy air, as he'd been wholly oblivious to the coyote's burgeoning delight. Although his body did not jerk and his steps did not falter, his ears twitched and he swung his head to look back over his shoulder. It took him a few moments to figure out what Razekiel was even talking about. He liked the mower, or...?

It didn't occur to him that anyone could derive such ecstasy from the performance of such a mundane task. He'd give that it was a little better than watching the grass grow, of course—and he enjoyed the springy, natural carpet left in the contraption's wake—but any brilliance behind it was underwhelming to the boy, perhaps because he'd seen it so many times before.

Only when the other fell to his knees, doubled over with heaves of hearty laughter, and toppled to the earth did Barrett cease his march completely. “I, uh... you can try it if you want,” he tried optimistically, even though it seemed unlikely that Razekiel would be getting up any time soon.

The hippie rolled over the freshly cut grass time and time again, gathering progressively more and more clippings in his hair, fur, and clothing each time. Another grin spread across his face—this was just too ridiculous to watch. “Sure, why not?” he agreed, suggestible as ever. He had to admit he felt a little out of the loop at first—this wasn't that exciting, was it?

But they he gravitated toward a natural divot and found himself accelerating downhill. The rapid revolution of the world around him was dizzying, exhilarating, and when he came to rest at the bottom, sprawled out and mouth agape as he beheld the spinning sky, he let out a jubilant laugh. “We need to find a bigger hill, man!”

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