Blood trickled from Savier's nose, but he was smilling through it, eyes watering in pure idiot bliss.
"Sit harder, Queen! Crush me like a bug!"
Johnquis leaned over the edge, deadpan. All he saw were Savier's feet flailing like dying fish and Dancer perched on his shoulders like a gargoyle from hell.
"Disgusting bastard."
Johnquis muttered. He pushed off the lip, cape snapping as he shot down after them.
He landed last, slamming onto the muddy tunnel floor. A meter ahead, Dancer was still comfortably parked on Savier's shoulders, her claws scraping the rust as if bored. Savier was spread-eagled under her, breathless, nose bleeding freely, eyes glazed and stupidly happy.
"More! Do it again—"
Savier wheezed, trying to nuzzle her butt with his busted mouth. "She's heaven, Johnkiss—she's—aaah—"
