beastkingnaoma | (no subject)

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Journal Post

Who wants to come throw rocks at me.

Huh. Okay. I'll come throw rocks at you, then.

...Are you sure you're well enough for that.

And to throw rocks at all, ever.

It's been over two weeks. I'll be fine.

I'll throw them extra hard for that line.

Will you throw them extra hard if I ask if your tiny little baby arms can handle it?

I can always get Red to throw, too, y'know.

That big palooka'd telegraph his throws by an arctic circle evening.

You'll do. It's about me not being able to easily predict, more than speed.

Then quit your prodding and poking.

That's like my favorite thing to do, though.

You can do that some other time.

I'll do it while you're throwing rocks.

It'll be motivation.