Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722215436/@comment-5583506-20190802133914

Shanks huffed and adjusted his grip around her loins, keeping them tight to the sides of his waist. "You are light as a feather, redmop. Hang on tight now, it's bound to get bumpy."

Then he started sprinting, slow at first, but the more his digitigrade feet dug into the dirt the more he accelerated, gaining enough speed to rival that of a Deathclaw on the prowl.

"Yes, I am not exactly known for jests and quips", Evangeline replied.