The Floodlands Free and easy

if tegan was still grounded then... well honestly i don't know. i'm pretending he's not. and if he still is he's on jailbreak, someone come cuff him up and drag him back into the lake.

"un cl E COLT!" bellowed the still very clearly juvenile but otherwise grown blackthorn boy. tegan hurled himself towards his uncle's call, limbs a flying as he made a beeline for the call. he was officially among the adult ranks and even though his mom still kind of owned him or whatever, he was old enough to form opinions and make grown decisions on his own. most likely, anyway. he heard his uncle's farewell and immediately made to skrt skrt over there before it was too late. he hadn't had that much interaction with his uncle but colt always seemed kinda dope. he kinda regretted-- yikes, he'll pretend he didn't cause that sounds lame as hell-- not getting to know the guy. but, well, that's okay.

"uncle colt!" he repeated, closer and not so SPRINTING FULL SPEED AHEAD anymore. he skidded to a halt, surprisingly gracefully for the typical tegan approach, but was doing a helluva lotuv panting. "oh boy-- gimme a-- PHEW--" he started, taking a few moments to catch his breath, "didja see that?god damn that was fast-- never moved that fast in my life sheesh." and then, taking a sniff and straightening up, tegan's expression hardened and he looked at his uncle with-- oh what's that? concern? "are you for real leaving?"