[Oh Rosso, you're in for an Experience if you don't know. Adrian...has actually never been to a theme park like this one himself, though he does know of their existence. They're around, just not anywhere he could ever access them when he was at an age to enjoy it. So, just like the ocean, he only got to see one for the first time upon visiting Ryslig. A lot of this will be a first for Adrian as well, he's just. You know. more subdued in his reaction.
He's way too old to be excited about an amusement park, after all.
It isn't long before he finds a space on the pier to land, carefully lighting on the wood feet first. He has to hop a bit to stop his forward momentum, finally coming to a standstill so he can crouch down to let Rosso off.]
Lesse how long you can handle it. This place is gonna be sensory overload for both of us, but mostly you.
[If Adrian's too old to be excited about an amusement park, what the fuck is Rosso, then?
He scrambles down from Adrian's back, paws hitting the wood with a little thunk. He can already see what's meant by sensory overload, but for right now, the dog instincts are overtaking everything else going on in his brain. There are colours! Lights! People running past! Weird mechanical noises of unknown origin! And the whole place smells like food!
Getting a grip before he goes charging onto the scene, Rosso stubbornly replies,]
I'll be able to handle it longer than you think, brat.
[He'd probably seem a bit angrier if his tail weren't wagging hard enough to whip up an air current, or if his ears weren't swivelling curiously in all directions while he processes the Everything happening.
Rosso steals one last glance up at Adrian before making his way forward. He's... not sure what to do first, actually, though it seems like there's a line forming ahead for some kind of ride. Rosso is unfortunately too small to see what it is from here, but he heads in that general direction anyway.]
[Yeah, this is definitely not Adrian's usual scene. But it's hard not to see how excited Rosso is, even if it's because he can't help but let it show through his canine mannerisms. Adrian gives himself a brief shake after the flight, lifting his claws to smooth out his "mane" as he looks down the pier.]
Yeah, but...I ain't really seen one before. Not like this, anyway.
[He'll defer to Rosso leading the way for now, just as long as Rosso doesn't get himself lost in the crowd.]
The line seems to be forming for what Rosso parses as "a bigass tower", labelled GREEN LANTERN'S FLIGHT in bright neon signage. It's easy enough to parse that this is a ride that's supposed to drop you in a controlled manner of some kind, and. Hm. Might be fun? Might also be a colossal waste of time.
Rosso gets in line anyway.]
I heard there's one in the Demon Realm. Never been to it. It's a pretty far distance from where I was holed up all those years.
...
The fuck are they all screaming about up there? [Focusing on the important things.]
[He pauses to watch people get strapped into their seats, head cocked to the side before the contraption starts to take passengers up. Screaming because they've never flown before, huh? Not that that is really the same thing, but.]
Somewhere in there, I had a parent or something. [A non-committal shrug. The queue shuffles along.] Being a Master, it's not like any of us were gonna go to the Demon Realm for any reason. It was all work and no play 'til the Wind Master would bring in liquor and start doin' shots in the El Tower.
[Ugh, queues. Maybe THIS is really why he never came here. He feels huge standing in line, and has to really keep his wings and tail pulled in to avoid completely bowling the people over that are standing around him. At least as a Manticore his tail was easier to control, somewhat...]
Right, right, Demon Realm.
[So, Hell.]
So what you're sayin' is down where is all the recreation an' people goofin' off usually hung out.
Mm... depends on the territory. The Demon Realm's split up into factions. Amusement park's only a little piece of it from what I know, and that's all the way in Tirnog. [Mm... how to explain the layout of the hell dimension...] Pruinaum was fucked up by war, and it's a frozen fucking wasteland. Varnimyr is... okay?
...
I annihilated a good chunk of it singlehandedly five hundred years ago when I lost myself.
[Such casual admittance gets the monster standing in front of them to turn around and quirk a brow, though they say nothing and quickly face forward again. Sorry, stranger, you're gonna have to be in the adjacent seat to one of these two idiots.]
The more fun parts of Elrios proper, before everything went to shit... well, I've never been, but I heard there's a floating isle somewhere called Altera. And before it got wrecked by war, Velder Kingdom was nice. Loud as fuck, but you could see the entire city from the watchtowers if you could bribe the guards enough to let you up.
[Adrian has to resist the urge to literally face-palm. Maybe one of these days Rosso will remember that people can hear you when you talk as loud as he does 99% of the time. He doubts he even cares though, so Adrian ignores that too.]
Well, you might as well consider this your chance at redemption. This park's prolly the closest you're gonna get to all that.
You haven't experienced vertigo until you've been tossed like a ragdoll by the Earth Master. Try me.
[Fun facts it is Canon Lore that the Earth Master has physically picked up Rosso and removed him from fights before—
Anyway, they're up next, which means going through the entire boring process of sitting in seats and being buckled into what Rosso still thinks is a "weird contraption". He feels inordinately small on this particular ride; a lot of the seats are made for bigger monsters, which Rosso... is decidedly not. (And actually, he thinks he might be the smallest one currently present?)
Either way, once everyone is secured, there's a whole speech from the person running the ride (Rosso does not listen to it) and then up, up, up they go...]
You can see half the city from up here. Ain't as cool as flying on your back was, bu—
[DOWN THEY GO! Rosso actually yelps for a split second as the ride drops them at a breakneck pace, completely fucking alarmed by the sheer speed and the
the everything, actually.
To his credit, he doesn't scream like the passengers before them did.]
[What were you saying Rosso? Something about him being cool? Sorry, he can't hear you to Feel Things about that because all of a sudden they are plummeting at breakneck speed. This really is nothing quite like what happens when he's flying, at least not what he was used to back home. He never really could attempt these dead drops from high altitudes since his wings simply weren't built to support it. He's toyed with it a bit as a Gargoyle, unsurprisingly, but not to this extent.
He's almost disappointed that Rosso doesn't scream though. He definitely would have pegged him as a screamer.
Adrian, for his part...cackles as they're whipped around, which is equal parts surprising and probably slightly alarming.]
[Rosso is one hundred percent a screamer when he's not making an active attempt to not do that! Which is right now. Because, despite the alarm, he wants to Look Cool and not look like a total fucking loser when this entire thing was his idea. Though... with his arms crossed over the chest harness the way they are, he definitely looks like he's trying not to scream. And yes, actually, Adrian's cackle is alarming, but also strangely charming? He's having fun, for once. Keep doing that! It's good.
The wind whistles past his ears and, comically, blows them around no matter how much Rosso tries to flatten them against his head. His fur, too, is all ruffled and fluffed up by the time the ride ends and their feet touch the ground again.
Okay. So.
...neat. When the mechanical clicking of the locks on their chest harnesses lets them free, Rosso slides out of the uncomfortable plastic chair, and, because he is a dog
his tongue lolls out of his mouth and his tail begins to whip back and forth. At least he had fun being shot through the air at a million miles per hour.]
[Adrian at least can claim plausible deniability as to the fact that he enjoyed that. That could have been anyone on that ride, not just him! Rosso, though...
Adrian snorts, propping one hand up on his hip as he looks sidelong at him.]
[There is an immediate reaction, Rosso putting his tongue back in his mouth and clamping his muzzle shut and whipping around to look up at Adrian, almost pouting.]
Fuck— fuck off! It's the stupid dog instincts!
[wagwagwagwagwag
Rosso folds his arms over his chest shortly before he realises his fur is all kinds of fluffed up and attempts, poorly, to smooth it down as they walk. There are all sorts of colourful rides in the distance, some with flashing lights, and Rosso starts making headway to one in particular before he realises that Adrian maybe wants to do something? So—]
You pick the next one. Since you never went to an amusement park or whatever.
[Adrian is honestly just saying that because he knows it'll rile Rosso up, and what can he say? It's free amusement. They're at an amusement park. Amuse him.
But fine. Let's see, what else do parks like these have...? He stands back upright so he can see over the heads of the other parkgoers more easily, keeping his wings tucked close to his back so some kid running past him doesn't barrel into them.]
...I got it. Follow me.
[The Mile probably has rollercoasters, right? They're doing a rollercoaster.]
[Lots of rollercoasters, it looks like, though Rosso only has vague awareness of what that is in the first place. There's one of those wooden ones without the loops or the super fancy lighting on it, almost missable due to the dark; then, there are the ones with the loops. The ones that people shriek their heads off on.
If anything is guaranteed to make Rosso actually start shouting, and not in an angry way for once, it's probably one of those. Some of them even have lights on the cars themselves, which is neat if you're just one (1) puppydog werewolf who finds this new environment admittedly fascinating.
He easily falls into step beside Adrian, sniffing the air on occasion. It smells like food and adrenaline and metal. Lovely!]
[That is, in fact, exactly why Adrian is leading Rosso this way. It's not going to be worth it if Rosso doesn't lose his mind at least once while they're here. So yeah, they're headed right for one with loops. Adrian is used to flying, but it's only been as a Gargoyle that he's really been able to have such control over how he flies. As an insect, he mostly hovered and really had to work to keep himself up...and he didn't really do loops for that reason.
So this ought to be fun. Imagine that, fun.
He steps into the queue ahead of Rosso, which subtly gives him plenty of opportunity to back out last minute should he realize he doesn't want to do it after all as they get closer and closer to the looming structure.]
Might better get all your rides out now before you get too hungry. You ain't gonna wanna go on any of these after that.
[But let's not test that. Rosso's not going to chicken out of this, and in fact, queues up with all the confidence in the world. While they're waiting, he sits up on the edge of the metal bars separating the line, scooting across it every time the line moves. Lots of other monsters are doing the same, it seems, save for the larger ones whose weights would snap the bars.
He inclines his head toward the coaster while the cars fly over them. At least now, he can see what Adrian means by "ride these before eating".
The queue shuffles. Small talk happens. As it turns out, waiting in line is stupidly boring, but at least Adrian makes for good company. When they're finally allowed to board, Rosso guns it for the front seats.
He does not know that the front is the best (worst). He's going to find out real quick, though.]
[Oh boy, here we go...far be it from Adrian to dissuade Rosso from this course as they make their way, instead simply following him to the front. He ended up running there with such enthusiasm that even the guy manning the coaster seems a little surprised, to which Adrian just shrugs and climbs into the car next to him. Just barely too, these wings are so damn huge...also mind his tail Rosso, he's going to have to sort of stuff it into the floor around your legs.
Anyway. With all of that sorted and the bar pulled down over their laps, all they have to do now is wait for the rest of the coaster to fill. It's going to take a bit longer than the last ride, given its length.]
So. Last chance to bail.
[Adrian mutters, leaning sideways a bit so Rosso can hear him.]
[Tail acknowledged. Rosso nudges it with his hind paw for a moment before his head swivels around in offence at the implication that he's going to bail. How dare you!]
Why would I bail?!
[Something something "keep your hands and feet and tails in the car at all times", Rosso's not listening. He's too busy being butthurt about the implication that he'd dare back out, especially when he has the best seat in the house, hello?
Luckily for him, this ride starts off slower than the last one, which means he has time to contemplate his decision. He still thinks it's a good choice, even as they get to the top of the ride just before the drop, and Rosso leans forward against the chest harness to see the sights—
and that's when the coaster car shoots downwards, twisting at an angle down the first part of the track. The inertia quite literally flattens him against the back of the seat, and it's too fast for him to really see anything he was looking at earlier. The sky and the park lights become a blur of colour, the wind races in his ears, and right on time for them to do the first loop does Rosso actually shriek in time with everyone else on the ride.
Adrian had sort of been watching out of the corner of his eye for the drop, not just on the coaster itself but for Rosso's reaction to it. He's obviously not at all prepared for how steep and fast it ends up being, and honestly this time it's even funnier than the last.
And yes, he is probably more tickled than he ought to be by the way Rosso is just. Screaming along with everyone else on the ride, especially after being so stoic on the last one. It's a bit difficult not to let out your voice on a coaster like this one though, so it's not like he can be blamed. Hopefully he just made sure to get himself good and secure there, Adrian is not going to be held responsible if he just goes flying out the damn car.]
[Even if his buckle were to fly off or something, he's so lightweight that the sheer force has him pretty much stuck to the seat. That's surely how physics works.
In his defense, there's no screaming when there isn't a loop, but that's not as often as Rosso's pride would like there to be. At the very least, for once in his life, his own loud voice doesn't drown out anyone else's.
Stoicism dead. We did it kids, we've beaten the ultimate trial: Rosso having fun for once.
The ride flips and loops and for a moment, when they're hanging upside down, someone behind the duo shouts something about "feeling like they're going to fall out of the ride". Someone else starts laughing, and eventually, the ride reaches the boarding platform again and comes to a screeching halt. It's enough to slightly throw Rosso forward against the seatbelt.
This time, he doesn't have his tongue lolling out of his mouth, but he looks like he might be processing this experience real hard. He's a little dizzy, as much as he's trying to pretend he's not by sitting in the car for thirty seconds longer than everyone else just so he can remember what it's like to have legs again.
10/10, gold star experience. A part of him wishes Adrian would've started shrieking, though.]
[Hey now, Adrian doesn't shriek. He yells. And he probably did do a little bit of that on some of those loops, just maybe.
As far as rides go though, that one was pretty damn good. He'd figured that out of anything on offer at this park that would be actually worth getting on, it would have probably been one of these larger coasters. And if you're not a monster that can fly like him, it's about the closest you'll get to flying without hitching a ride.
For what it's worth though, when they do finally come to a stop and able to climb out of the carts? Adrian is laughing under his breath as he goes, stepping out first so he doesn't bowl some kid over with his tail.]
[Well, at least some of his fire is back. Rosso climbs out of the seat and, with his paws firmly back on the platform, stares up at Adrian for a moment. Stupid tall people who now have borne witness to Rosso losing his fucking mind.
Rosso kicks (read: gently nudges) Adrian in the shin with his back paw in some stubborn, childish, protesting way before heading to the platform exit. The stairs aren't meant for more than one person to walk down at once, so he takes the lead, the clang of shoes and claws and such on the rough metal ringing out from the people around them as they go. On the sidewalk yet again, Rosso casts his (still somewhat dizzy) gaze skyward to see what other rides he can spot from here.
There's a... wheel thing over the horizon, lit up and slowly spinning, but Rosso figures that's not quite so exciting. There's what looks like a big castle that he astutely figures is one of those haunted houses he's heard so much about. There are more unknown buildings, and of course, many more coasters. Decisions, decisions.]
I hope you enjoyed that. [But first, letting Adrian know that his pride is Very Hurt and he's So Very Sad about this (he's not actually sad about this).]
[Adrian doesn't seem bothered by the kick, and if anything is only further amused by it as he steps to the side to let Rosso down ahead of him, hands going back into his pockets as they exit the ride. Thinking on it, if Rosso hadn't asked him to come, Adrian wouldn't be here at a park like this on his own. Too noisy, too many kids, too...much.
But even he has to admit that this has been worth it. Just a little.]
Oh yeah. I enjoyed the hell out of it.
[He replies with a very reptilian sort of grin that spreads all the way across his face once they're back on solid ground, his shoulders back as he lets Rosso take in the sights.]
Sounds like you did too, from the way you were screamin'.
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He's way too old to be excited about an amusement park, after all.
It isn't long before he finds a space on the pier to land, carefully lighting on the wood feet first. He has to hop a bit to stop his forward momentum, finally coming to a standstill so he can crouch down to let Rosso off.]
Lesse how long you can handle it. This place is gonna be sensory overload for both of us, but mostly you.
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He scrambles down from Adrian's back, paws hitting the wood with a little thunk. He can already see what's meant by sensory overload, but for right now, the dog instincts are overtaking everything else going on in his brain. There are colours! Lights! People running past! Weird mechanical noises of unknown origin! And the whole place smells like food!
Getting a grip before he goes charging onto the scene, Rosso stubbornly replies,]
I'll be able to handle it longer than you think, brat.
[He'd probably seem a bit angrier if his tail weren't wagging hard enough to whip up an air current, or if his ears weren't swivelling curiously in all directions while he processes the Everything happening.
Rosso steals one last glance up at Adrian before making his way forward. He's... not sure what to do first, actually, though it seems like there's a line forming ahead for some kind of ride. Rosso is unfortunately too small to see what it is from here, but he heads in that general direction anyway.]
Do you have amusement parks back home?
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Yeah, but...I ain't really seen one before. Not like this, anyway.
[He'll defer to Rosso leading the way for now, just as long as Rosso doesn't get himself lost in the crowd.]
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The line seems to be forming for what Rosso parses as "a bigass tower", labelled GREEN LANTERN'S FLIGHT in bright neon signage. It's easy enough to parse that this is a ride that's supposed to drop you in a controlled manner of some kind, and. Hm. Might be fun? Might also be a colossal waste of time.
Rosso gets in line anyway.]
I heard there's one in the Demon Realm. Never been to it. It's a pretty far distance from where I was holed up all those years.
...
The fuck are they all screaming about up there? [Focusing on the important things.]
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[Demon Realm Adrian, there's a difference. Probably.]
Just watch the way it moves for a sec, you'll see. There's people strapped into that, yaknow.
[He explains just as the next leg of the ride full of people comes swinging around the bend.]
Goin' upside down and all over the damn place. An' if you ain't got wings, you don't know what that kinda swooping feels like.
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[He pauses to watch people get strapped into their seats, head cocked to the side before the contraption starts to take passengers up. Screaming because they've never flown before, huh? Not that that is really the same thing, but.]
Somewhere in there, I had a parent or something. [A non-committal shrug. The queue shuffles along.] Being a Master, it's not like any of us were gonna go to the Demon Realm for any reason. It was all work and no play 'til the Wind Master would bring in liquor and start doin' shots in the El Tower.
[Shuffle, shuffle.]
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Right, right, Demon Realm.
[So, Hell.]
So what you're sayin' is down where is all the recreation an' people goofin' off usually hung out.
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...
I annihilated a good chunk of it singlehandedly five hundred years ago when I lost myself.
[Such casual admittance gets the monster standing in front of them to turn around and quirk a brow, though they say nothing and quickly face forward again. Sorry, stranger, you're gonna have to be in the adjacent seat to one of these two idiots.]
The more fun parts of Elrios proper, before everything went to shit... well, I've never been, but I heard there's a floating isle somewhere called Altera. And before it got wrecked by war, Velder Kingdom was nice. Loud as fuck, but you could see the entire city from the watchtowers if you could bribe the guards enough to let you up.
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Well, you might as well consider this your chance at redemption. This park's prolly the closest you're gonna get to all that.
[...]
Assumin' you can handle it, anyway.
[Why. Why can't he help himself.]
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[Fun facts it is Canon Lore that the Earth Master has physically picked up Rosso and removed him from fights before—
Anyway, they're up next, which means going through the entire boring process of sitting in seats and being buckled into what Rosso still thinks is a "weird contraption". He feels inordinately small on this particular ride; a lot of the seats are made for bigger monsters, which Rosso... is decidedly not. (And actually, he thinks he might be the smallest one currently present?)
Either way, once everyone is secured, there's a whole speech from the person running the ride (Rosso does not listen to it) and then up, up, up they go...]
You can see half the city from up here. Ain't as cool as flying on your back was, bu—
[DOWN THEY GO! Rosso actually yelps for a split second as the ride drops them at a breakneck pace, completely fucking alarmed by the sheer speed and the
the everything, actually.
To his credit, he doesn't scream like the passengers before them did.]
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He's almost disappointed that Rosso doesn't scream though. He definitely would have pegged him as a screamer.
Adrian, for his part...cackles as they're whipped around, which is equal parts surprising and probably slightly alarming.]
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The wind whistles past his ears and, comically, blows them around no matter how much Rosso tries to flatten them against his head. His fur, too, is all ruffled and fluffed up by the time the ride ends and their feet touch the ground again.
Okay. So.
...neat. When the mechanical clicking of the locks on their chest harnesses lets them free, Rosso slides out of the uncomfortable plastic chair, and, because he is a dog
his tongue lolls out of his mouth and his tail begins to whip back and forth. At least he had fun being shot through the air at a million miles per hour.]
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Adrian snorts, propping one hand up on his hip as he looks sidelong at him.]
You look like a doofus.
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Fuck— fuck off! It's the stupid dog instincts!
[wagwagwagwagwag
Rosso folds his arms over his chest shortly before he realises his fur is all kinds of fluffed up and attempts, poorly, to smooth it down as they walk. There are all sorts of colourful rides in the distance, some with flashing lights, and Rosso starts making headway to one in particular before he realises that Adrian maybe wants to do something? So—]
You pick the next one. Since you never went to an amusement park or whatever.
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[Adrian is honestly just saying that because he knows it'll rile Rosso up, and what can he say? It's free amusement. They're at an amusement park. Amuse him.
But fine. Let's see, what else do parks like these have...? He stands back upright so he can see over the heads of the other parkgoers more easily, keeping his wings tucked close to his back so some kid running past him doesn't barrel into them.]
...I got it. Follow me.
[The Mile probably has rollercoasters, right? They're doing a rollercoaster.]
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If anything is guaranteed to make Rosso actually start shouting, and not in an angry way for once, it's probably one of those. Some of them even have lights on the cars themselves, which is neat if you're just one (1)
puppydogwerewolf who finds this new environment admittedly fascinating.He easily falls into step beside Adrian, sniffing the air on occasion. It smells like food and adrenaline and metal. Lovely!]
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So this ought to be fun. Imagine that, fun.
He steps into the queue ahead of Rosso, which subtly gives him plenty of opportunity to back out last minute should he realize he doesn't want to do it after all as they get closer and closer to the looming structure.]
Might better get all your rides out now before you get too hungry. You ain't gonna wanna go on any of these after that.
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[But let's not test that. Rosso's not going to chicken out of this, and in fact, queues up with all the confidence in the world. While they're waiting, he sits up on the edge of the metal bars separating the line, scooting across it every time the line moves. Lots of other monsters are doing the same, it seems, save for the larger ones whose weights would snap the bars.
He inclines his head toward the coaster while the cars fly over them. At least now, he can see what Adrian means by "ride these before eating".
The queue shuffles. Small talk happens. As it turns out, waiting in line is stupidly boring, but at least Adrian makes for good company. When they're finally allowed to board, Rosso guns it for the front seats.
He does not know that the front is the best (worst). He's going to find out real quick, though.]
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Anyway. With all of that sorted and the bar pulled down over their laps, all they have to do now is wait for the rest of the coaster to fill. It's going to take a bit longer than the last ride, given its length.]
So. Last chance to bail.
[Adrian mutters, leaning sideways a bit so Rosso can hear him.]
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Why would I bail?!
[Something something "keep your hands and feet and tails in the car at all times", Rosso's not listening. He's too busy being butthurt about the implication that he'd dare back out, especially when he has the best seat in the house, hello?
Luckily for him, this ride starts off slower than the last one, which means he has time to contemplate his decision. He still thinks it's a good choice, even as they get to the top of the ride just before the drop, and Rosso leans forward against the chest harness to see the sights—
and that's when the coaster car shoots downwards, twisting at an angle down the first part of the track. The inertia quite literally flattens him against the back of the seat, and it's too fast for him to really see anything he was looking at earlier. The sky and the park lights become a blur of colour, the wind races in his ears, and right on time for them to do the first loop does Rosso actually shriek in time with everyone else on the ride.
The shrieking will continue until they stop.
There are a lot of loops.]
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Adrian had sort of been watching out of the corner of his eye for the drop, not just on the coaster itself but for Rosso's reaction to it. He's obviously not at all prepared for how steep and fast it ends up being, and honestly this time it's even funnier than the last.
And yes, he is probably more tickled than he ought to be by the way Rosso is just. Screaming along with everyone else on the ride, especially after being so stoic on the last one. It's a bit difficult not to let out your voice on a coaster like this one though, so it's not like he can be blamed. Hopefully he just made sure to get himself good and secure there, Adrian is not going to be held responsible if he just goes flying out the damn car.]
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In his defense, there's no screaming when there isn't a loop, but that's not as often as Rosso's pride would like there to be. At the very least, for once in his life, his own loud voice doesn't drown out anyone else's.
Stoicism dead. We did it kids, we've beaten the ultimate trial: Rosso having fun for once.
The ride flips and loops and for a moment, when they're hanging upside down, someone behind the duo shouts something about "feeling like they're going to fall out of the ride". Someone else starts laughing, and eventually, the ride reaches the boarding platform again and comes to a screeching halt. It's enough to slightly throw Rosso forward against the seatbelt.
This time, he doesn't have his tongue lolling out of his mouth, but he looks like he might be processing this experience real hard. He's a little dizzy, as much as he's trying to pretend he's not by sitting in the car for thirty seconds longer than everyone else just so he can remember what it's like to have legs again.
10/10, gold star experience. A part of him wishes Adrian would've started shrieking, though.]
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As far as rides go though, that one was pretty damn good. He'd figured that out of anything on offer at this park that would be actually worth getting on, it would have probably been one of these larger coasters. And if you're not a monster that can fly like him, it's about the closest you'll get to flying without hitching a ride.
For what it's worth though, when they do finally come to a stop and able to climb out of the carts? Adrian is laughing under his breath as he goes, stepping out first so he doesn't bowl some kid over with his tail.]
You still alive back there?
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[Well, at least some of his fire is back. Rosso climbs out of the seat and, with his paws firmly back on the platform, stares up at Adrian for a moment. Stupid tall people who now have borne witness to Rosso losing his fucking mind.
Rosso kicks (read: gently nudges) Adrian in the shin with his back paw in some stubborn, childish, protesting way before heading to the platform exit. The stairs aren't meant for more than one person to walk down at once, so he takes the lead, the clang of shoes and claws and such on the rough metal ringing out from the people around them as they go. On the sidewalk yet again, Rosso casts his (still somewhat dizzy) gaze skyward to see what other rides he can spot from here.
There's a... wheel thing over the horizon, lit up and slowly spinning, but Rosso figures that's not quite so exciting. There's what looks like a big castle that he astutely figures is one of those haunted houses he's heard so much about. There are more unknown buildings, and of course, many more coasters. Decisions, decisions.]
I hope you enjoyed that. [But first, letting Adrian know that his pride is Very Hurt and he's So Very Sad about this (he's not actually sad about this).]
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But even he has to admit that this has been worth it. Just a little.]
Oh yeah. I enjoyed the hell out of it.
[He replies with a very reptilian sort of grin that spreads all the way across his face once they're back on solid ground, his shoulders back as he lets Rosso take in the sights.]
Sounds like you did too, from the way you were screamin'.
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