I begin to wriggle. "Hey. Let me go!"
I get a shake of a head from him. It doesn't look like he's having trouble carrying me either. "Just stay still or else I'll drop you. I can guarantee you the landing won't be a splendid experience."
This mother trucker.
He won't let me down. How on earth am I suppose to mark the trees here if I stay like this?
I'm uncomfortable. It's awkward. I want the earth to open up its mouth and swallow him whole.
"Please let me down." It's awful that I have to say the word please now. I can't believe I'm actually begging someone to let me go. It leaves a bitter taste on the tip of my tongue and it's not making me feel any better.
Leyk only responds by adjusting his arms while momentarily stopping in his tracks with a hum vibrating from off his chest.
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