Go
deep throat
a cactus
Peter’s magical assistance is actually quite helpful, so between his efforts to dry out the mud and their efforts to tug the fucking board from its clingy grasp, they are successful. The piece of metal comes out with a final sucking sound, sending Wessex stumbling backward. She catches herself with one hand and then looks to see if the boy is ok before returning to look at her prize.
Well, prize is a strong word. She wouldn’t really be caught dead riding this thing, but she knows someone who might want it back - and someone who might want to take it for a joyride. Either way, she’ll get something out of it.
“This is a hover board. It’s Bastien’s.” Doing her best to sluice the rest of the mud off of it, she manages to uncover more of the shiny, rounded metal. With a low chuckle she adds, “I might make him do something for me if he wants it back… he really should be more careful with his things.” Like not take them out during LongNight. It’s easy to lose valuables in the dark.
Well, prize is a strong word. She wouldn’t really be caught dead riding this thing, but she knows someone who might want it back - and someone who might want to take it for a joyride. Either way, she’ll get something out of it.
“This is a hover board. It’s Bastien’s.” Doing her best to sluice the rest of the mud off of it, she manages to uncover more of the shiny, rounded metal. With a low chuckle she adds, “I might make him do something for me if he wants it back… he really should be more careful with his things.” Like not take them out during LongNight. It’s easy to lose valuables in the dark.
