#cometform 001

  “  Are you slowing down, Achilles? Come on, don’t tell me you can’t handle little ol’ me! ” her laugh is loud but lighthearted as she pats his shoulder in encouragement, leaning to the side. “ Need some incentive? Is that it? Just think-- if you can make it to 1,000 push-ups then there’s no way you can lose!” here she pauses for a moment, something of a mischevious grin crossing her lips.

             “ Unless you cheat. All is fair in Servant volleyball. “

       she just barely manages to duck to avoid a small group of living marshmallows the size of baseballs from ramming into her face, form crouching behind a park bench which served as a shield. not just to her, but to the Servant she just so happened to run into (read: dragged) into this little mess of a fun activity. despite the numerous treats flying about like bats on a sugar rush, she’s wearing a grin, laughing at the silliness of this all.

          “ Alright, Achilles! We need to get from point A-- this bench,  to point B-- the other side of the Eternal tree, without getting hit by these marshmallows. " why? there.......really wasn’t a reason. she just wanted to let the Servant have some fun.