you’re breathless. and you’re grinning. what a big, wide grin, all toothy, these new fangs coming in, these caps currently in place. faux humanity is chic for the moment, and laurie’s waiting here, looking corner to corner to corner, subtly clocking the environment. you put you hands up. climbing gloves.
“here. look. watch! just don’t freak out. i’m still getting the hang of it, but--”
OOF. how about that....! when you run at the wall you-- don’t flip.
you end up right on the fucking floor, flat on your goddamn back, and you wheeze, lay there on the concrete. cha-cha real smooth, hellcat. you groan. you fucking joke. and then you push off the floor. stand up. you’re not beaten, cat, just a little inconvenienced. dirt clinging to your athleisure wear. a little rough, but-- otherwise? try again.
“it doesn’t always work. let me try again.”