hotel: rupert

[shaft]

Comments

[shaft]

You don't think the horse could carry us both?

[agleam]

I mean, this is supposed to be a race. What if we try to both use the horse and one of us gets kicked off or something?

[rupert your paranoia]

[shaft]

[ ... He sighs. ]

I suppose you have a point.

I don't mind getting a run in, in that case. You look rather dashing on the horse.

[agleam]

Oh - um, thank you...? But, are you sure?

[shaft]

Not really.

[ looks up at him ]

[agleam]

[


he gets off the horse]

All yours.

[shaft]

If you insist...

[ i love you rupert

claude will get on the horse ]

Count of three?

[agleam]

[nodding!]

Sure. One... Two... Three!

[and then he starts running! he is fairly speedy, even though the horse will definitely be faster since it is a horse.]

[shaft]

[ gallops ahead!!

don't worry too much Rupert, because the horse... Also starts to veer... Toward the edge. ]

[agleam]

[in a rush]

—Not the horse that's so much worse than the weird car thing falling over the side?!

[he doesn't know what a motorcycle is]

Claude! Do something!

[shaft]

It's moving on its own?!

[ he knows how to steer a horse but it is? not working?

and he's not about to die with this horse so he jumps before they reach the edge but—grabs the reins, trying to tug the horse back onto the road.

but it's an entire horse. ]

Help me!

[agleam]

[running over and grabbing the reigns as well! he is probably not going to be able to help much. he is a noodle. but he's definitely trying.]

Does it have vertigo or something?!

[help]

[shaft]

I think it's just another quirk of this place!

[ But with Claude no longer on its back, the horse stops its suicidal death run and keeps put. ]

... Maybe we should just race to the finish on foot.