Try to Keep Up“Vriska, you’re going too fast…!” Tavros gasped, the low hanging vines and various vegetation of the jungle occasionally slapping him in the face as he rocketed after her.
“If you can’t keep up, you don’t deserve to be first mate!” Vriska yelled over the roar of her rather gaudy boots.
He slumped down in the wheelchair, attempting to angle his head so that branches wouldn’t keep hitting his horns. If he wasn’t careful, he could very well be knocked straight out of the vehicle and into the fire. Half literally and half metaphorically speaking.
“Uh…isn’t this treasure supposed to be around here?” he mumbled as he tried fitting one of his horns inside the car, tilting his head in an uncomfortable angle.
Vriska rolled her eye. “And if you can’t talk loudly enough, you don’t deserve to even be cabin boy!” she barked.
Tavros sighed. “I said, isn’t