"Absolutely," he agrees with poorly acted enthusiasm. He shoves his hands in his pockets, and in one, his fingers wrap around his cicada rock. He should give his back, he's certain now. He's just not sure what good it will do.
"GOD," Mary Grace groans and throws her head back to look up at Wyatt. "You're bummin' me out, bud. Need me to give you a piggyback ride?" She puts her fists up and hops along as they walk. "Wanna box?"
"I can do whatever the hell I put my mind to," she answers, a little too confident. Or a lot too confident. "Giddyup, cowpoke, I'm gettin' a little barn sour."
"Okay, okay," Wyatt says, now completely distracted from his previous
thoughts. "You sorta squat a little and I'll jump up on your back, then you
grab my legs and I'll grab your shoulders," he announces. Hopefully, she's
on board with this plan, because he's already moving.
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
Re: EVENING: MGoM & Wy
"Okay, okay," Wyatt says, now completely distracted from his previous thoughts. "You sorta squat a little and I'll jump up on your back, then you grab my legs and I'll grab your shoulders," he announces. Hopefully, she's on board with this plan, because he's already moving.