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Flo's not exactly in the most cooperative of moods.
After the incident over at the Hamlet, the trip to the waterfall went okay, even if I was completely exhausted by the end of it, spending most of the morning trying to keep a good hold on her while she squirmed and kicked and squealed and tried to tell me she was more than ready to dive head first into the water all on her own. Fine, whatever, kid. One day I'm just gonna let her go and see how she likes it.
Okay, maybe not quite yet.
Now, on the way to the compound, after half a mile of being beaten and kicked with tiny fists and legs, I've put her down to walk on her own, one of her hands held securely in mine. But somehow, she gets away anyhow, tearing off toward the clearing, full fuckin' speed ahead, downright cackling the whole way.
"Flo! Jesus. Slow down!" I call after her, nearly dropping the bag and towel thrown over one shoulder, as I chase along behind her. Then, of course, she goes down, stumbling on clumsy feet to the grass. She sits there looking perfectly fine, just thinkin' about it for a moment or two, but by the time I make it over to her, her face scrunches up, all bright red and she lets out a truly ear-splitting scream.
Yeah, it's just one of those days.
[[OOC: Adventures in babysitting. Flo's just fine. Maybe a little scuffed knee, but mostly just startled. Open to anyone, whether they're willing to help or willing to laugh. ST/LT welcome. ]]
After the incident over at the Hamlet, the trip to the waterfall went okay, even if I was completely exhausted by the end of it, spending most of the morning trying to keep a good hold on her while she squirmed and kicked and squealed and tried to tell me she was more than ready to dive head first into the water all on her own. Fine, whatever, kid. One day I'm just gonna let her go and see how she likes it.
Okay, maybe not quite yet.
Now, on the way to the compound, after half a mile of being beaten and kicked with tiny fists and legs, I've put her down to walk on her own, one of her hands held securely in mine. But somehow, she gets away anyhow, tearing off toward the clearing, full fuckin' speed ahead, downright cackling the whole way.
"Flo! Jesus. Slow down!" I call after her, nearly dropping the bag and towel thrown over one shoulder, as I chase along behind her. Then, of course, she goes down, stumbling on clumsy feet to the grass. She sits there looking perfectly fine, just thinkin' about it for a moment or two, but by the time I make it over to her, her face scrunches up, all bright red and she lets out a truly ear-splitting scream.
Yeah, it's just one of those days.
[[OOC: Adventures in babysitting. Flo's just fine. Maybe a little scuffed knee, but mostly just startled. Open to anyone, whether they're willing to help or willing to laugh. ST/LT welcome. ]]