[ please don't be rude about his lack of sportsing on the train. :( ]
Three more carriages! [ is all he has to say - and it's a feat, to expend that energy on talking as his running, walking, whatever it was before, is now a hurried slog - like a snorlax trying its best to run, but without the great lumbering thudding. ...close enough, though.
Three more carriages, three more carriages, three more carriages! It's the chant of his anthem, of his Carrying Inigo Story, the mosy bizarre recolleciton of your first time anyone will ever surely be able to share.
He doesn't say anything when they miracously make it to the next carriage door, opting to lean his head and just make mouth noises to tell Inigo to do his job with opening the door. It's ok, he won't buckle when it opens. ]
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Three more carriages! [ is all he has to say - and it's a feat, to expend that energy on talking as his running, walking, whatever it was before, is now a hurried slog - like a snorlax trying its best to run, but without the great lumbering thudding. ...close enough, though.
Three more carriages, three more carriages, three more carriages! It's the chant of his anthem, of his Carrying Inigo Story, the mosy bizarre recolleciton of your first time anyone will ever surely be able to share.
He doesn't say anything when they miracously make it to the next carriage door, opting to lean his head and just make mouth noises to tell Inigo to do his job with opening the door. It's ok, he won't buckle when it opens. ]