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Smiling genuinely, Garrett accepts the offer with a quick nod. He's gone down slides before, and they're very very freeing!

"Thanks," he murmurs in his normal tone as he carefully maneuvers around Nahuel and onto the top of the slide without knocking into everything with his feathers or talons as he once used to.

Tossing a grin over his shoulder at Nahuel, the boy hesitates no longer. He pushes off with his arms and takes off down the slide with a whoop and a thrilled shout!

"Again again!" Garrett chimes without question. Another child screams happily as they too enjoy the slide. It seems that with his mind otherwise occupied, Garrett cannot keep up with absolutely all of his surroundings as per usual for the boy, but for some reason, in the presence of the other, he doesn't quite seem to mind it.

He examines this new ladder for a mere second before deeming it all right. Now rubber his talons can handle! "Beatchu to the top!" he croons with a playfully challenging sort of grin aimed at Nahuel.

In an absentminded sort of fumbling way, his wings stretch at awkward spans, one spread up at the tip and the other folded but ruffled. Unaware of this, or at least not thinking it an unusual sight, Garrett starts up the closest row of tires.

He had barely reached halfway when the accusation is cried out. Garrett stops, setting his foot back down on a solid surface before twisting his body around to get a proper look. He opens his mouth to protest, but as his wing now grazes the tire he holds onto and crumples instinctually to maintain its shape, he realizes he can no longer deny it.

Frowning harshly, he reverses his footing to take one step down. "M' sorry," he murmurs softly, his voice barely carrying over the shouts and screams of over children nearby. He tries again, this time projecting just a fair bit louder, not wanting to offend. "Sorry! I dinnt mean to!"

Apologetically, but not before clutching the lip of the tire he holds onto to ensure he too doesn't fall, Garrett offers one of his brown dusted hands to Nahuel.

He'd seen the hesitation, but tried very hard to not let it bother him. He hadn't meant to do it! Stupid silly looking wings. No one he's seen has funny looking things out their backs, no one but the pigeons on his windowsill came close.

"Yeah, we climb!" He starts up the tire again, and surely can't scale the tires as naturally as his company can, but this doesn't stop him from giving every effort to try and match his pace!

Garrett resorts to a nod, waiting for his breathing to catch up with him. He sits down, welcoming the slight moment for rest, then manages to say, "Yup. You first this time."

His right wing twitches a bit, but settles against his back and the folds of his jacket. Deciding it better to keep moving than to get comfortable, especially with the heavy foot traffic near the ledge, Garrett pulls himself into a reliable crawl. His talons, while he thinks they're pretty cool, don't serve as well to be walked on than his knees.

"We go down the slide again?" he asks, affectionately remembering the short lived but exhilarating thrill of rushing toward the ground in a free-fall.

Garrett takes extra care to tuck in his wings and sit properly on his tail feathers to avoid any more accidents of any sort, to the irritation of a handful of children waiting to get down the slide themselves.

Down, down, down! Garrett can't help but to cheer as the air brushes by his face and the slide's low sides rush by his line of sight. It's very disappointing to feel the mat under his feet once more, knowing that his ride has ended.

"Funfunfun," chatters Garrett, abnormally chatty.

"Bounce?" Garrett parrots, following Nahuel's path to the trampoline. Oh, so that's what that was for! Bouncing! He'd done that plenty of times at home, only every time he did, he'd gotten yelled at for tearing up the comforter with his toes.

Still, this doesn't look to him to be as soft as his mum's bed. He pats the trampoline's center cautiously to test its durability. It seems tough enough! And he severely doubted that the caretakers of this place would tattle on him to his mum. That's good enough for him!

One leg after the other, he pulls himself onto the rim of the trampoline, and, lacking the proper caution, walks out onto the middle while others bounce on it. This lands him straight on his bottom, once more! But! What's different this time is that, even on his bottom, he manages to bounce! He screeches out an abrupt laugh at this realization.

Allowing himself to be tossed around helplessly against the surface a few times, Garrett finally decides it's time to regain control. He decides against using Nahuel as a support, as this has proven unwise already.

Instead, in the instant he's sent airborne again, he spreads his wings just enough, with a slight concave curve, to provide a cushion of air. It takes two tries, but finally his feet are doing the pushing instead of the momentum of other's!

"Look, Nah, look how I do it!" Garrett exclaims breathlessly, spreading his arms to match his wing span. His bounces are slower and almost more controlled than the other children, but certainly this doesn't hinder the amount of fun the boy is having, not at all!