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So guess who's finally focusing on her tasks

NOT ME~

WHAT IS HAIR IDK HIS HAIR IS SUPPOSED TO BE A DIRTY BLOND/LIGHT BROWN???

for some reason I was being kinda a butt and art wouldn't come out right? I managed to figure it out??

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"PHILIP LAROQUE! GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!" His named was screamed. He managed to push himself through the crowd and make it to the front, where is examiner was waiting. And he looked mean too. Well this might not go too well.

Without a word, he moved to the contraption and let himself get strapped in. He took in an anxious breath as they yanked on his straps to make sure he securely set up (as secure one can be without a helmet), this was going to be worse than he thought. And if he failed, he would have to go back home and deal with his expectant parents, which isn't something he'd want to do, ever.

"PULL HIM UP!"

Oh God, oH GOD, OH FREAKING GOD--oh hey, it's actually not that bad! He bent his knees and shifted his weight to his buttocks for better control, waving his arms around himself to keep his balance from side to side. He jerked forward and stretched his legs almost in a kicking fashion.

"I CAN FLYYYYYYYYYYYYY" came out of his lips in an instant (kudos to whoever sees the parallel between this and "I CAN SWIIIMMMM" in Free!) without it being filtered through his brain. But his balance wasn't so good, so he had to quickly lean back to avoid swinging forward and smashing his face in the ground.

"Hey sis!" He waved to his sibling that was desperately trying to appear unrelated to the boy screaming in the air. He wiggled around and tried to get her attention, but that clearly wasn't a good idea since he was rapidly loosing his already-poor balancing skills. Without thinking, his hands latched onto the stretchy ropes tied to his waist to balance himself. He quickly let go at the death glare he was getting from the instructor and nearly fell over again. He flailed forwards and backwards, unable to set himself straight, before slowly inching back to his originally balanced position. I think I'll just stay here like this and not die ;A;

-x-

Art & Philip (c) ~VampireNirami

Description

So guess who's finally focusing on her tasks

NOT ME~

WHAT IS HAIR IDK HIS HAIR IS SUPPOSED TO BE A DIRTY BLOND/LIGHT BROWN???

for some reason I was being kinda a butt and art wouldn't come out right? I managed to figure it out??

-x-

"PHILIP LAROQUE! GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!" His named was screamed. He managed to push himself through the crowd and make it to the front, where is examiner was waiting. And he looked mean too. Well this might not go too well.

Without a word, he moved to the contraption and let himself get strapped in. He took in an anxious breath as they yanked on his straps to make sure he securely set up (as secure one can be without a helmet), this was going to be worse than he thought. And if he failed, he would have to go back home and deal with his expectant parents, which isn't something he'd want to do, ever.

"PULL HIM UP!"

Oh God, oH GOD, OH FREAKING GOD--oh hey, it's actually not that bad! He bent his knees and shifted his weight to his buttocks for better control, waving his arms around himself to keep his balance from side to side. He jerked forward and stretched his legs almost in a kicking fashion.

"I CAN FLYYYYYYYYYYYYY" came out of his lips in an instant (kudos to whoever sees the parallel between this and "I CAN SWIIIMMMM" in Free!) without it being filtered through his brain. But his balance wasn't so good, so he had to quickly lean back to avoid swinging forward and smashing his face in the ground.

"Hey sis!" He waved to his sibling that was desperately trying to appear unrelated to the boy screaming in the air. He wiggled around and tried to get her attention, but that clearly wasn't a good idea since he was rapidly loosing his already-poor balancing skills. Without thinking, his hands latched onto the stretchy ropes tied to his waist to balance himself. He quickly let go at the death glare he was getting from the instructor and nearly fell over again. He flailed forwards and backwards, unable to set himself straight, before slowly inching back to his originally balanced position. I think I'll just stay here like this and not die ;A;

-x-

Art & Philip (c) ~VampireNirami