CatTheSinger
”Re-Really...??” Whatever measure of bright Xina used before this moment was about to become woefully obsolete. "I'm so glad you think so, Xina~!" Teresa was, of course, spinning around a light pole at this point. She looked at Xina, snapping to a stop with a finger gun pointed right at her. "Bang!"
"I don't even feel like I need to go anymore," she said making her way back to the line as her dorky explosion's aftermath started to fall like dewy fog around the area. "... But, you know, we might as well." Some of the others there were starting to giggle. On hearing this Teresa retreated once again into her shell. "Oh..."
After many tense moments of waiting, the witch preferring to focus on Xina and not the others around her, they were finally at the ride: the moment of truth! Teresa took a deep breath and started to climb in, as was instructed by the worker there. She looked nervous in a whole new way, and looked a bit like a lost kitten as she waited for Xina to join her.
