Redhawk Caldera I Crush After You

That's totally what he said.
Had to.

Ashton couldn't help but laugh at her series of comments.
He found it harder and harder to focus on balancing her, but athletic body kept the job done. It almost went to hell the moment she tried at a neigh. It sounded like a cross between an angry panther, and the sound a seal made when it sneezed.

"Showing the crew our act? What is the clown caravans sent scouts? They's try and snatch the both of us up, then. Ya think they pay good?"

Ash was scrunching up his face trying to see a posse of ninja clowns trying to steal the both of them, and the thing that interuppted his thought and daydreams, was the view of her trying an eyebrow wiggle, just like him.

Yep, what balance?
Ashton had no choice but to let her slide her hiney off of him, because as hard as he had to laugh at her cute little scrunched up face, the determination to make that brow move, he couldn't risk her falling off of him. After he let her do the slip and slide down his back, he laughed his golden ass off.

Glistening gems turned to her, and he tried to recollect his breath, and just simply looking at her almost threw him into another fit.
The teen rubbed the side of his golden muzzle to her cheek, a reassurement that he wasn't laughing to be mean to her. She was just so damn adorable.

"I gotta practice that with ya, gal. I think with a bit more work, you just might get it down packed, and look just as gnarley as me."