*Freefall POV*
It's nighttime and I'm silently flying between buildings to get home.
I yawn but then I feel a sharp pain in my side, it was so strong that it made me crash into the building next to me and crack the glass.
'Fuck.' I hiss, pushing off the glass and hovering. I look around to see who did it but saw no one. 'Come out.' I snarl, I feel something leap onto my back and put something around my mouth. Eraserhead.
I flap around wildly in attempt to get him off my back but it didn't work.
I dive sharply and I feel Eraser tighten his grip on his scarf, Eraserhead pulls on the scarf and forces me to go straight up, goddammit.
I fly up past the building, I try to fly one way but Eraserhead pulls the other way and forces us to crash on top of a building.
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I groan in pain as I stand up, surprised my glasses stayed on that whole time.
I turn around and see the pro still getting up.
'Why did you do that?' I hiss, staying where I am.
'Honestly, I don't know.' He answers honestly, I narrow my eyes at him and sigh.
'Look, I'm tired and I want to sleep. So let me go home and never speak of this.' I yawn, a small smile appears on his face.
'When I saw you a few minutes ago, I felt like I needed to talk to you.' The pro quietly admits.
'Oh.' I mutter, I turn around and am about to leap off the building.
'Well - um, see you soon, Freefall?'
'Yeah - see you soon Eraser.'
