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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

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[crossmyheartandhope]

I could help?

If you need help. Like - moving stuff. Materials, or whatever.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[The whole slice section of track (plus a good few meters on either side) start glowing an violent silver/blue]

I don't need it.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Well - lemme leave the dragon, at least. So you got a way to get back.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I don't need it!

[crossmyheartandhope]

...yeah, uh.

Yeah, sure.

[He hesitates a beat, and then a beat longer, like he's debating adding something else.]

[But in the end he just takes ducks his head and urges the dragon into the sky, heading back for the hotel.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Blue Eyes will dutifully follow his instructions back to wherever he plans on heading.

And as for behind him, well - let's just say their is an impressive light show that has nothing to do with the scheduled presentations at the amusement park]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Intensity said hotel, so he's taking her back to the hotel before he nopes right out and takes his bike elsewhere.]

[It's a couple hours later before Intensity gets a text:]

hurricane: thx for helping
hurricane: sorry for the trouble

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Another hour or so after that, Intensity finds 3k points in his account and a couple more texts:]

hurricane: idk what your commissions run
hurricane: lmk if i owe you more