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“Dragged? You having that bad of a time?” James teased before tilting his head toward the direction of the ferris wheel, wrinkling his nose. “Why can’t people just let things have their own sort of magic. Bumper cars it is.” He turned his body around to face Anna, walking backward, his lips playing at an impish smile. “So long as you don’t mind me demolishing you.” The arrogance was a farce, but there was nothing wrong with a little, healthy fun competition. 

"Drag me further,” Anna griped as she splayed herself out on a patch of grass. “Do you want an arm, or an ankle? Take your pick,” she extended them both for the taking. She craned her neck towards the ferris wheel once more, letting her appendages come down to rest with a sigh. “Because fuck things happening organically,” she huffed, but flicked her gaze back towards James in search of a reaction. She perked up when he started walking, and scrambled to her feet when the challenge was issued. “Bring. It. ON. Race you there!”