Careful, sweetheart. I might take offense to you calling me a liar.
[ He treks on, focus locked on the horizon. Here and there he makes a mental note of any landmarks he deems significant, but considering the whole inconvenience, he decides it's much too soon for any mishaps. If there is an audience in this game, they need time to take it all in.
Once he spots her, a deep breath escapes him. The redness of his face implies that he's winded: still strong, yes, but drink and time have inevitably taken their toll. The wings that the boy mentioned aren't much of a treat for balance either. ]
voice ⇸ action time-jumping joy
[ He treks on, focus locked on the horizon. Here and there he makes a mental note of any landmarks he deems significant, but considering the whole inconvenience, he decides it's much too soon for any mishaps. If there is an audience in this game, they need time to take it all in.
Once he spots her, a deep breath escapes him. The redness of his face implies that he's winded: still strong, yes, but drink and time have inevitably taken their toll. The wings that the boy mentioned aren't much of a treat for balance either. ]
Could've met me halfway.