His limbs felt like lead weights and he was so glad when he could unstrap himself from the ride. Jack stumbled slightly, uneasy, grabbing hold of anything to keep steady.
“…v-very shaking.” he admits shakily, looking at her with an odd smile. “V-very different…”
She took a hold of him gently, giggling a bit as she helped him off the ride. “B-But fun, right?” she wondered as she kept an arm around him as they walked off toward the exit of the ride to go look for another to get on.
“…something. I’m not sure ef fun ez ze right word.” he admitted shakily since really, he didn’t know. His fun came from painting. This had been crazy. But he smiled at her, before looking around, getting his bearings. “So where to next?”
Jack Maple 