Whitewater Gorge i don't know nothing about mopeds

tegan shrugged as she quickly went against his suggestion. "fine-- but you look dumber than me, pal," he replied, and moved on. he wouldn't hang back on the conversation, it was sort of a waste of time and energy-- tbh. 

"that's fuckin ominous as hell," he said with a few blinks, "the last shadow. jesus christ." though he was glad to receive all this information-- because now he had a really cool story to tell! tegan was glad he didn't get one. even though it'd be really cool to rub in everyone's faces, it seemed like some weird responsibility-- the keeper of the neck friend. tegan really did not have time for that. he paused, giving easy a quirked brow and a wave of her tail. "you gave me chills! that's a good story, good shit easy," he praised-- tegan praise was the highest of sorts, so he hoped she appreciated it. 

"oh hey-- guess who's officially a part of the adult ranks," tegan then boasted, moving away from the rest of their conversation and into something that was impressive on his own behalf. tegan wasn't technically old enough but... towhee threw them a bone and bumped them all up a little bit early. tegan wasn't complaining, he wasn't part of the higher more responsible tiers and still got all the benefits of being an adult. cause he totally was.