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Pomeline's belch easily dwarfed Constantine's after their meal. The Para licked her lips, the hodge-podge taste of buns, patties, drinks, and bent metal still in her mouth. “Ahh, that hit the spot, ‘ey Conny?”
Constantine conceded on that point. That meal WAS quite good. He couldn’t deny that. “That was… delicious actually,” he said with a small smile. “I guess it WAS a good thing we came across that truck.”
Pomeline beamed. “Yay! Good lunch~” she chortled, finishing with a honk. Constantine jumped a little and shook his head, but couldn’t help but chuckle.
Lumbering down the street once again, Pomeline looked all around for something to "improvise”, “Sooo, what should we do next?”
“”Well I mean,” Constantine began. “I’m not sure. You’re kinda in the lead here.”
“Oh yeah, you’re right!” Pomeline said, honking again. “Then I guess it’s up to me to- oooh! Look at that!" She suddenly perked up (more than usual).
'Here we go...' Constantine thought. "What?"
"Right there!" Pomeline said excitedly, pointing ahead. at a flatbed truck on the street ahead of them.
Constantine looked forward, following Pomeline’s massive finger with his eyes until his eyes rested on what caught her attention, a flatbed truck on the road ahead. The Compy tilted his head in confusion. “… Yeah? It's a wrecker. What's the big idea, dare I ask?"
“We’re going truck skating!” Pomeline said excitedly.
Constantine looked blank. “… What…?” he said flatly.
“Truck skating!” Pomeline repeated. “I’ve seen some other dinos do it. It looks so fun! I’ve always wanted to try it myself!”
“Err…” Constantine instinctively started to say.
“HMMM~?!” Pomeline interrupted in her suspicious way. “Is someone being a little BOOGER again~?”
“I… no,” Constantine said, choosing his words carefully. “There’s no problem. It’s just… uh…”
“Ohhh I see,” Pomeline said with a glare. “You don’t think I can do it, DO ya?”
Constantine looked flustered. “Now now, don’t put words in my mouth!” he retorted. “I never said that!”
Pomeline switched her mood back to being excited again. “Great, then get ready for some skating, Conny boy! Come on, it’ll be fun fun FUN!”
Constantine huffed, but sighed. “All right, go for it.”
Pomeline, with an excited honk, quickly stomped over towards the flatbed. Below her, the driver saw her in his mirror, but wisely bailed out of the truck instead of futilely attempting to outrun her like the food truck driver before him.
”Oh sweet! He's letting me borrow it!" Pomeline said "innocently". "How nice of him!" Constantine rolled his eyes, but Pomeline took no notice. "Okay! Ready, Conny?" Pomeline said, positioning herself behind the truck, and raising her massive foot above it. "Hold on tight!"
“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Constantine stated plainly. ‘Though I may not need to at all’, he thought
Pomeline stepped onto the flatbed, ready for a fun time and anticipating launching herself down the street. "Here! WE! G-”
CRUNCH!!
“… Oh…” Pomeline unwittingly finished the latter half of the monosyllabic word, but other than that had a blank stare on her face. She looked down. The flatbed was crushed beneath her giant foot, its tires having buckled under her weight, with some of them having fallen off completely. Pomeline was, for once, speechless, too speechless to acknowledge the truck driver standing next to her foot angrily yelling up at her.
Constantine, meanwhile, wasn’t exactly surprised. “Uh… Pom? Those dinos you’ve seen truck skating before… Are they as… uh… heavy, as you?”
Pomeline pondered. “… Huh… Guess I didn’t think that one through… Whoopsie!”
Constantine, looking at the situation, suddenly knew exactly what to say about this. Should he though? It might excited the wrong reaction from his giant friend upon whose snout he sat. … Then again, he thought, she couldn’t be mad at him if he said this…
… ‘Screw it’, he thought.
“Welp…” he began. “… You sure put the “flat” in flatbed!”
HOOONK!! "Oh HA HA..." Pomeline snorted loudly as Constantine, for once, burst into laughter. "I oughta snort you..."
Constantine recovered after getting an earful of Pomeline's annoyed honk. "Hey now, you make bad jokes all the time, Pom," Constantine said, for once feeling smug. "I thought you'd appreciate that one."
"... Touché,” Pomeline conceded. “I’ll let you have that one.” With a slightly disappointed huff and a honk, she swiped the now-flattened truck aside and began to walk away, stepping over the still yelling driver. “So much for truck skating…”
“Well…” Constantine said, looking for a way to cheer her up. “… Maybe next time you just need a stronger truck… maybe a dump truck?”
“Hmmm… maybe I’ll consider that! Good idea, Conny!” Pomeline said, perking back up.
Constantine, meanwhile, was glad Pomeline was in a better mood again, but all the same, he couldn’t help but think to himself. ‘Why am I giving her ideas…?’Pomeline sure loves to play around with truck, doesn't she? So many toy ones around. It's too bad she breaks them so often.
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Pomeline's belch easily dwarfed Constantine's after their meal. The Para licked her lips, the hodge-podge taste of buns, patties, drinks, and bent metal still in her mouth. “Ahh, that hit the spot, ‘ey Conny?”
Constantine conceded on that point. That meal WAS quite good. He couldn’t deny that. “That was… delicious actually,” he said with a small smile. “I guess it WAS a good thing we came across that truck.”
Pomeline beamed. “Yay! Good lunch~” she chortled, finishing with a honk. Constantine jumped a little and shook his head, but couldn’t help but chuckle.
Lumbering down the street once again, Pomeline looked all around for something to "improvise”, “Sooo, what should we do next?”
“”Well I mean,” Constantine began. “I’m not sure. You’re kinda in the lead here.”
“Oh yeah, you’re right!” Pomeline said, honking again. “Then I guess it’s up to me to- oooh! Look at that!" She suddenly perked up (more than usual).
'Here we go...' Constantine thought. "What?"
"Right there!" Pomeline said excitedly, pointing ahead. at a flatbed truck on the street ahead of them.
Constantine looked forward, following Pomeline’s massive finger with his eyes until his eyes rested on what caught her attention, a flatbed truck on the road ahead. The Compy tilted his head in confusion. “… Yeah? It's a wrecker. What's the big idea, dare I ask?"
“We’re going truck skating!” Pomeline said excitedly.
Constantine looked blank. “… What…?” he said flatly.
“Truck skating!” Pomeline repeated. “I’ve seen some other dinos do it. It looks so fun! I’ve always wanted to try it myself!”
“Err…” Constantine instinctively started to say.
“HMMM~?!” Pomeline interrupted in her suspicious way. “Is someone being a little BOOGER again~?”
“I… no,” Constantine said, choosing his words carefully. “There’s no problem. It’s just… uh…”
“Ohhh I see,” Pomeline said with a glare. “You don’t think I can do it, DO ya?”
Constantine looked flustered. “Now now, don’t put words in my mouth!” he retorted. “I never said that!”
Pomeline switched her mood back to being excited again. “Great, then get ready for some skating, Conny boy! Come on, it’ll be fun fun FUN!”
Constantine huffed, but sighed. “All right, go for it.”
Pomeline, with an excited honk, quickly stomped over towards the flatbed. Below her, the driver saw her in his mirror, but wisely bailed out of the truck instead of futilely attempting to outrun her like the food truck driver before him.
”Oh sweet! He's letting me borrow it!" Pomeline said "innocently". "How nice of him!" Constantine rolled his eyes, but Pomeline took no notice. "Okay! Ready, Conny?" Pomeline said, positioning herself behind the truck, and raising her massive foot above it. "Hold on tight!"
“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Constantine stated plainly. ‘Though I may not need to at all’, he thought
Pomeline stepped onto the flatbed, ready for a fun time and anticipating launching herself down the street. "Here! WE! G-”
CRUNCH!!
“… Oh…” Pomeline unwittingly finished the latter half of the monosyllabic word, but other than that had a blank stare on her face. She looked down. The flatbed was crushed beneath her giant foot, its tires having buckled under her weight, with some of them having fallen off completely. Pomeline was, for once, speechless, too speechless to acknowledge the truck driver standing next to her foot angrily yelling up at her.
Constantine, meanwhile, wasn’t exactly surprised. “Uh… Pom? Those dinos you’ve seen truck skating before… Are they as… uh… heavy, as you?”
Pomeline pondered. “… Huh… Guess I didn’t think that one through… Whoopsie!”
Constantine, looking at the situation, suddenly knew exactly what to say about this. Should he though? It might excited the wrong reaction from his giant friend upon whose snout he sat. … Then again, he thought, she couldn’t be mad at him if he said this…
… ‘Screw it’, he thought.
“Welp…” he began. “… You sure put the “flat” in flatbed!”
HOOONK!! "Oh HA HA..." Pomeline snorted loudly as Constantine, for once, burst into laughter. "I oughta snort you..."
Constantine recovered after getting an earful of Pomeline's annoyed honk. "Hey now, you make bad jokes all the time, Pom," Constantine said, for once feeling smug. "I thought you'd appreciate that one."
"... Touché,” Pomeline conceded. “I’ll let you have that one.” With a slightly disappointed huff and a honk, she swiped the now-flattened truck aside and began to walk away, stepping over the still yelling driver. “So much for truck skating…”
“Well…” Constantine said, looking for a way to cheer her up. “… Maybe next time you just need a stronger truck… maybe a dump truck?”
“Hmmm… maybe I’ll consider that! Good idea, Conny!” Pomeline said, perking back up.
Constantine, meanwhile, was glad Pomeline was in a better mood again, but all the same, he couldn’t help but think to himself. ‘Why am I giving her ideas…?’Pomeline sure loves to play around with truck, doesn't she? So many toy ones around. It's too bad she breaks them so often.
Enjoy!
Pomeline and Constantine ©
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Might have to lash a few trucks together to all that gorgeous heft~
