（ he goes easy, unresisting. half a jog by the time he gets to the grass. even knowing it's an illusion, the sensation of give beneath his soles is a nice change of pace, and he just meanders his casual way back to the path with his hands tucked into his pockets. even the air smells fresh and green. wild shit. ）
Oh, I'm a massive coward. Just toootally spineless. Somebody pulls a gun on me I'll probably faint.
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Oh, I'm a massive coward. Just toootally spineless. Somebody pulls a gun on me I'll probably faint.