🥜Act-3🥜

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"W-wʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?"

*Human.*

"Nᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ғ-fʟʏ."

*I can't fly.*

"I sᴀᴡ ʏ-yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ! Eᴠᴇɴ MR. s-sᴀᴡ ʏᴏᴜ."

He was watching? Uh oh.

*I jump.*

"Oɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ? Tʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ?"

*Pretty much yeah.*

"Cᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ?"

Hmm, I've never done this with a willing human before. Taking the challenge- I pick up my new friend's bridal style and head for the doorway.

I feel like one of those rom-com protagonists! Hehhehehe~

I feel like one of those rom-com protagonists! Hehhehehe~

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I take the time to take in my surroundings. My Buddy's cabin is huge! The wallpaper and furniture resemble the French Rococo style.

The living room is filled with 'knick nacks' and all sorts of memorabilia!

He does have a TV- but it only has a few channels and looks to have the option to play VHS tapes.

He invited me in the first place for a 'chat'. After a while of a few personal questions, he offered me a seat at his coffee-stained burgundy table.

I've never been offered into someone's home before, let alone to sit down with them.

Taking a few good leaps outside was my body's queue to spring into action. As I'm in the air, I notice how I'm in an 'unappealing angle'. To fix it- I twist my body in mid-air. Doing this- gave me a clear view of my new friend. His orange goggles now posed in a way showing me his amber eyes.

He also dawned a dark grey mouthguard that blended in perfectly with his already gray/pale skin.

He looks like doesn't go outside much...or perhaps he doesn't go out in the sun much.

After a few seconds of 'starring' ( really it was only me staring into his face while he closed his eyes to shield them from harsh and sudden winds) at each other, I landed my feet on the ground.

"Hᴏᴡ- ʜᴏᴡ ғᴀʀ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ ᴜᴘ?!"

*Only 50 feet.*

"Oɴʟʏ? Hᴏᴡ ғᴀʀ ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ?!"

*300 feet- when it's super windy.*

.....'My Friend' looks at me with a slight bit of horror before presumably flashing a grin on his face.

"Wʜʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ɴᴏᴡ? I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀ ɪs ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ."

*...* Hm.

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