[He look as happy as a horse prancing in a field... or a pegasus cavorting playfully through the air, he supposes. He watches Lorenz with a smile before moving over to the bubble bar, picking the closest flavour, and breathing in deep.
It tastes of incredibly sour cherries, and he screws up his face a little just tasting it, but already he can feel the weight seemingly leaving his body as his feet rise off the ground.]
Alright, Lorenz, I'm-- hic!-- coming, ready or not-- hic! [...That would sound a little better without the hiccuping out bubbles. He pushes himself off the bar to take to the air, a little unsteady at first, but soon able to slow down enough to get his balance right.]
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It tastes of incredibly sour cherries, and he screws up his face a little just tasting it, but already he can feel the weight seemingly leaving his body as his feet rise off the ground.]
Alright, Lorenz, I'm-- hic!-- coming, ready or not-- hic! [...That would sound a little better without the hiccuping out bubbles. He pushes himself off the bar to take to the air, a little unsteady at first, but soon able to slow down enough to get his balance right.]