Now, walk into the club like, what up? I got a big cock.
His breath sucks in, core tightening as he hunkers down and grips onto one of her spines tighter. "Hey!" he wails, positive she heard him and taking that as a full body no with an added touch of sass. "What'd we say about the shaking!" That is, please don't drop me tonight Charlie. He didn't make her swear it though, and that's on him, although he's not certain she's the kind to abide by swear rules anyway.
Though, the stunts she pulls right after make lightwork of the little shake, and maybe it had been a warning in disguise the whole time, a reminder for him to actually hang on, should he become too complacent during her more mild-mannered soaring periods. The roar is enough to make his teeth chatter, the vibrations rumbling up through his seat and rattling up the top of his head. It's entirely awesome. He lets out his own roar, which is a long drawn out whoop bellowing just after her, completely wind-eaten and fragile in comparison.
The tail end of his battle cry is cut off into a gasp as they're suddenly spinning and lurching toward the ground at increasing speed. "CHAAAAAAARLIE!" he hollars, delight awash with the mild terror of potentially getting flung off at any second. His heart races, thrill bursting out in a reckless laugh that's whipped away from his throat before he can even hear it.
A fresh jolt of holy shit is not long waiting when licks of fire rise and roll around her. They're too windtorn to really catch on him, but their sparking spray and warm teeth drag past and he gasps at it. "Ok, I might get fired if you fire anyone!" he calls out to here, shaking his head despite himself because despite his best attempt to maintaining a boy scout attitude about the work, he is having a blast.
"Do it again!"
Though, the stunts she pulls right after make lightwork of the little shake, and maybe it had been a warning in disguise the whole time, a reminder for him to actually hang on, should he become too complacent during her more mild-mannered soaring periods. The roar is enough to make his teeth chatter, the vibrations rumbling up through his seat and rattling up the top of his head. It's entirely awesome. He lets out his own roar, which is a long drawn out whoop bellowing just after her, completely wind-eaten and fragile in comparison.
The tail end of his battle cry is cut off into a gasp as they're suddenly spinning and lurching toward the ground at increasing speed. "CHAAAAAAARLIE!" he hollars, delight awash with the mild terror of potentially getting flung off at any second. His heart races, thrill bursting out in a reckless laugh that's whipped away from his throat before he can even hear it.
A fresh jolt of holy shit is not long waiting when licks of fire rise and roll around her. They're too windtorn to really catch on him, but their sparking spray and warm teeth drag past and he gasps at it. "Ok, I might get fired if you fire anyone!" he calls out to here, shaking his head despite himself because despite his best attempt to maintaining a boy scout attitude about the work, he is having a blast.
"Do it again!"
Kaisel
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
