Sunday RP
"Why should I worry? Tell me--why should I care?"
Vibius was singing as he pumped his legs, making the swing go higher. He had every intention of jumping out of the swing when it reached its peak.
" and even when I cross that line, I've got street savoir faire!"
He leapt---and landed on his feet. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be showing off, but he had shook off his babysitter a half-an-hour earlier, and figured he could bend the rules a bit more. It wasn't that he didn't like Fritz. Quite the contrary. It was just that outsmarting him was an extra challenge that he could not resist.
Vibius was somewhat distracted when he spotted a glistening trinket in the grass near a trashcan. He picked it up and examined it eagerly. If it was pretty enough, he'd give it to his Mom!
Vibius was singing as he pumped his legs, making the swing go higher. He had every intention of jumping out of the swing when it reached its peak.
" and even when I cross that line, I've got street savoir faire!"
He leapt---and landed on his feet. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be showing off, but he had shook off his babysitter a half-an-hour earlier, and figured he could bend the rules a bit more. It wasn't that he didn't like Fritz. Quite the contrary. It was just that outsmarting him was an extra challenge that he could not resist.
Vibius was somewhat distracted when he spotted a glistening trinket in the grass near a trashcan. He picked it up and examined it eagerly. If it was pretty enough, he'd give it to his Mom!