[He's not entirely sure where he's going with it either. Its probably better if they never reach where he is trying to go. Davesprite's wings rustle slightly as he looks suspiciously over his shoulder. The other two would come looking for him soon. Could he steal away a little extra time?]
You know what's for squares? Walking. Walking is for squares.
[He stops slithering and tugs on her hand a little insistantly.]
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You know what's for squares? Walking. Walking is for squares.
[He stops slithering and tugs on her hand a little insistantly.]
I got a way better idea.