Lion Head Mesa toy soldier's march

wah! sry for the holdup!

oh, he was to ride his rescuer to safety! glamours. how tavina would laugh!

ah.

gucci paused with a lifted paw not yet touching the other. lips a thin line, he resisted the urge to look around for the umpteenth time.

no. the little lord said firmly.

then added with a dark smirk: nawt a thing ah didn't imagine.

with a sharp inhale and slight bounce of joints, he hopped up onto the other man's upper back. it took a bit of panicked fumbling, but gucci managed to nestle himself with enough grip in his limbs to hopefully not roll right off and sink like a boulder.

onwards, ah suppose. he said with a slight tremble.