[no one in this slow motion car crash is at all an athlete, which probably makes it sadder for witnesses to see two stressed out weirdos huffing and puffing and giving chase, turned sharply down an alley and out of sight.
then again, imPorts are weird and plentiful, so this could just be another day ending in -y for some.
Cecelia staggers to a stop, laboring for breath, despair and fury all caught up in her chest. hearing Jaskier's equally-exhausted foot stomps behind her has her bristle and whirl around, tears running down her face.]
Why-- Why would you DO THAT?! Do you hate me? You wanted everyone to--to look at me and laugh? Why?! I was trying to be NICE!
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then again, imPorts are weird and plentiful, so this could just be another day ending in -y for some.
Cecelia staggers to a stop, laboring for breath, despair and fury all caught up in her chest. hearing Jaskier's equally-exhausted foot stomps behind her has her bristle and whirl around, tears running down her face.]
Why-- Why would you DO THAT?! Do you hate me? You wanted everyone to--to look at me and laugh? Why?! I was trying to be NICE!