Well, glad somebody's having fun!... is exactly what Shu might think, except unsarcastically, as she is so annoyingly selfless that this would be her last thought before flattening into a pancake at 9.8m/s^2. Given she doesn't know the thoughts running through Donnie's head, the best she can manage right now is faint relief that their positions aren't switched. She manages to peel her face away from the cow's front side for long enough to squint up at Donnie through the fur.
"...I think I will only succeed in pulling you off the ox. Please hold tight. I will be fine."
This is spoken in such an uneven tone that not even Shu finds it convincing. She changes the subject instead.
"Can you tell where we're headed?"
Unspoken: and how much longer I might have to do this for. The scenery, as Donnie rightfully notes, is indeed breathtaking. They've both been on an airship, but there's something exhilarating about being surrounded by nothing but a sheer drop on all sides. Just the rushing wind and the tiny toybox landmarks down below. Miles and miles of farmland interspersed with lush forest, colors dappled with the autumn leaves. The lights and spectacle of Elysium to their right, the sea behind them.
But if he were to follow their trajectory in a straight line... they seem to be headed towards a grim, unaesthetic metallic box of a building up in the distance.
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Date: 2024-10-07 02:49 am (UTC)"...I think I will only succeed in pulling you off the ox. Please hold tight. I will be fine."
This is spoken in such an uneven tone that not even Shu finds it convincing. She changes the subject instead.
"Can you tell where we're headed?"
Unspoken: and how much longer I might have to do this for. The scenery, as Donnie rightfully notes, is indeed breathtaking. They've both been on an airship, but there's something exhilarating about being surrounded by nothing but a sheer drop on all sides. Just the rushing wind and the tiny toybox landmarks down below. Miles and miles of farmland interspersed with lush forest, colors dappled with the autumn leaves. The lights and spectacle of Elysium to their right, the sea behind them.
But if he were to follow their trajectory in a straight line... they seem to be headed towards a grim, unaesthetic metallic box of a building up in the distance.