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Terris: *will motion the boys to him and have DB help GM climb onto his back......before they can* Lex: It might be easier if he rides on my back. *and more dignifying maybe?* If you wish. *the last to Gunmax* GM: *GAPES* ....the /hell/? DB: */grins/* He's one of those magic animals Naijah was telling us about! GM: .......right. *eyeing the cat, still half-wondering if he's hallucinating, people do that after they've been drugged, right?* Lex: *mildly amused* I'd apologize, but the reactions are rather amusing. GM: *makes a face* So long as I'm /entertaining/ someone... *shakes his head* You don't look all that comfortable. You look kind of bony. Lex: *bit of a shrug...* If you're too uncomfortable, then you don't have to ride. I thought you might like to try. It's an option. GM: …be carried like a baby or ride a cat-horse… *hating /either/ option, frankly - pulls back from DB and tries to put weight on his other leg…if he can just…somehow manage to hobble home on his /own/ - GASPS and /clings/ to DB as he nearly /collapses/ from PAIN*
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