Oh come on! [ Roze cried, laughing despite the disappointment. ]
Don't be like that! I'll go, I'll go. And I won't sing anymore, promise! Geez, Princess.
You guys do what you want. They're Lance and Squire to me. Two sturdy little heroes, right guys? You'll digivolve sooner or later. I wouldn't worry too much...
...gumdrop. [ She laughed softly, chewing her bottom lip in thought as she crept closer to the field, raising both hands to the back of her head. ]
I really don't see what the big deal about these things is. They look innocuous enough on the outside... [ Roze shrugged, leaning forward and popping her head in, just like she'd been previously ordered.
She had her eyes closed, expecting it to feel weird - maybe like dry-dunking your head into a vat of pudding - and found it largely without effect. Until she opened her eyes.
Forced to squint against the rush of light into her vision, she tried to re-balance herself, tilting too far forward in her lean. Hands previously behind her head moved to windmill for balance, until something brushed her face, again, then again. The pain registered belatedly, like bearing your face in a powerful blizzard, bits of ice tearing at your exposed skin. She tried to reel back immediately, jerking her arms back and straining to right herself, not realizing she'd already leaned well-forward off her heels. ]
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Don't be like that! I'll go, I'll go. And I won't sing anymore, promise! Geez, Princess.
You guys do what you want. They're Lance and Squire to me. Two sturdy little heroes, right guys? You'll digivolve sooner or later. I wouldn't worry too much...
...gumdrop. [ She laughed softly, chewing her bottom lip in thought as she crept closer to the field, raising both hands to the back of her head. ]
I really don't see what the big deal about these things is. They look innocuous enough on the outside... [ Roze shrugged, leaning forward and popping her head in, just like she'd been previously ordered.
She had her eyes closed, expecting it to feel weird - maybe like dry-dunking your head into a vat of pudding - and found it largely without effect. Until she opened her eyes.
Forced to squint against the rush of light into her vision, she tried to re-balance herself, tilting too far forward in her lean. Hands previously behind her head moved to windmill for balance, until something brushed her face, again, then again. The pain registered belatedly, like bearing your face in a powerful blizzard, bits of ice tearing at your exposed skin. She tried to reel back immediately, jerking her arms back and straining to right herself, not realizing she'd already leaned well-forward off her heels. ]