The sudden change in speed makes Tybalt forget whatever the hell else he was going to say, in favor of an approving shout. It’s a real race, now.
Or it definitely isn’t. Where normally he would accept Eddy coming at him and turn this into a wrestling match down the hill, he’s aware there’s a beloved pet in that pocket. So sacrifices, sometimes, must be made. With an unworldly leap off all fours, Tybalt hurtles himself down the hill, tucking and rolling into a small ball, sled abandoned. It’s a quicker speed, and he rolls out of sight, just a wave of cackles and sharp curses when his head or elbows hit rocky patches.
Dashing through the seeds (with an Eddy and a Mickey)!
When the impact doesn't come, Eddy looks up just in time to witness this wholly unexpected turn of events as Tybalt truly embraces the boy-boulder lifestyle. It's a loss for Eddy, but damn is it one hell of an impressive loss. He lets out a louder whoop of approval for this act of extreme bravery/stupidity as he and Mickey sail the remaining length of the hill in (relative) safety.
Landed, he springs off the board and sprints to Tybalt's side, Mickey chittering her general disapproval the whole way. He cocks his head to one side as he crouches to assess the damage, offering an arm to help pull Tybalt up.
"Idiot."
Dashing through the seeds (with an Eddy and a Mickey)!
He's happy to take the offered arm to pull himself up, grinning ear-to-ear. He is also, as it happens, bruised from head to toe, or at least will be in the morning. He's not bothered. He's suffered worse injuries.
"Best two out of three?" Has never sounded more smug.
Dashing through the seeds (with an Eddy and a Mickey)!
A small shake of the head as he pulls the other boy to his feet. Feigned disbelief, or maybe just amusement, that Tybalt could actually be so damn smug at this moment. The corners of Eddy's mouth turn up ever so slightly in faulty mirror of Tybalt's. It's a grin, in his own way.
"Best two out of three," Eddy agrees without a moment of hesitation. He's not nearly bruised enough yet to call it quits, and he takes each one as a matter of pride, but he does deposit Mickey safely in a hiding spot this time. Then he looks between his board and the top of the hill, eyes already glinting with mischief.
Dashing through the seeds (with an Eddy and a Mickey)!
Or it definitely isn’t. Where normally he would accept Eddy coming at him and turn this into a wrestling match down the hill, he’s aware there’s a beloved pet in that pocket. So sacrifices, sometimes, must be made. With an unworldly leap off all fours, Tybalt hurtles himself down the hill, tucking and rolling into a small ball, sled abandoned. It’s a quicker speed, and he rolls out of sight, just a wave of cackles and sharp curses when his head or elbows hit rocky patches.
Dashing through the seeds (with an Eddy and a Mickey)!
Landed, he springs off the board and sprints to Tybalt's side, Mickey chittering her general disapproval the whole way. He cocks his head to one side as he crouches to assess the damage, offering an arm to help pull Tybalt up.
"Idiot."
Dashing through the seeds (with an Eddy and a Mickey)!
"Best two out of three?" Has never sounded more smug.
Dashing through the seeds (with an Eddy and a Mickey)!
"Best two out of three," Eddy agrees without a moment of hesitation. He's not nearly bruised enough yet to call it quits, and he takes each one as a matter of pride, but he does deposit Mickey safely in a hiding spot this time. Then he looks between his board and the top of the hill, eyes already glinting with mischief.
"Race you."