>>68741685>He leans on her handlebars, salivating heavily as he dry lungs try to catch up-"It... it was a little, ben. Thank you..."
>She places a hand on her wheel, exerting a limp wristed push>"But I remember when I could carry you on my back">The para peers through his peepers at the top of a gnoll in the park>"You still can, mia">"Don't be absurd, ben. We both know that's not true.">”Want to bet?” >With a huff, the smaller para turns the his handicap counterpart towards the hill>Pushing for all he’s worth, he steadily starts her up the hill >”Shit, Ben, I don’t know about this” >But she’s already helping him, hands firm on her wheels as she forces herself up the hill >With little warning, Ben hops onto the back of the wheelchair >Mia hardly has time to brace herself>But she could never forget the allure of speed>The rock and cradle of momentum >Like a second nature she rides the curves of the hill to the very bottom, keeping Ben safe from any potential tumbles >The wind>She can hardly hear herself think for once>Then laughter as the dizzy blue nerd stumbles from his perch on the rear of the chair >Before they both spill onto the green canopy >”Ben” >”Yes?” >”I think I know what I want for my birthday” >”Oh… well, it’s a bit late for any shopping, I al-” >”I want you to call my mom - make up some reason why we could make it” >”Why?”