|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 4:52 pm
"Yeah... good idea." Mot agreed, clutching onto Jericho and staring down at the ground. He'd never been so high up before. He didn't necessarily hate it. It didn't scare him. Much. In a way it was kind of thrilling.
While it was a unique experience to fly, Mot was glad to have his feet on the ground again. He pried his hands from Jericho's shoulders stepping away as he dusted himself off nervously. "Thanks, partner." Mot murmured with a cough.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 4:57 pm
Once on the ground, Jericho didn't let go of Mot until he was sure the guy had a good hold of the ground. It wouldn't really do much good to let him drop at this point after all. Also, it sounded like their little flight had managed to snap the cowboy out of his moment of insanity.
"No problem," he grinned before blinking, "er... do you need me to walk you to your door or do you have it from here?"
It was hard to say if the guy would end up reverting back to his crazed state while he was still awake and all.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 6:29 pm
Mot looked from Jericho to the doors, then back to Jericho. He didn't feel nearly as apprehensive about going inside like he had earlier. "No, I should be okay now." That flight was like a knock to the head for the freaked out Reaper.
Mot shifted his feet a bit, nodding to the dragon. "Have a good morning. I.... am going to go to bed." He needed it. Badly. The reaper tipped his hat, and turned to go inside.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 6:35 pm
Jericho was watching Mot carefully, watching for any little neurotic signs he might give off. As far as he could tell, there were none. Then again, he wasn't exactly a psychologist. Either way, he hoped that the Reaper would be able to make it the rest of the way without a problem.
"Alright. Take care man," the dragon nodded. He lingered by the door for a few moments.. just in case Mot would have some last minute urge to bolt out. After a little while, he turned and continued on his way. Time for breakfast.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
