Race the world

Bass and Motif had always made a great pair, both of easy nature that allowed them to find a reason to laugh in the happenings around them. Bass would continue his roll of the joker and her chest would only swell with silly pride and adoration for this boy. It brought with the urge to run, to fly and be free, to laugh and chase him about the lake. She didn't move however, but instead placed her paws on the ground with a thud, lifting them and letting them fall once more to create a beat her brother did his silly little dance, and their laughter was the music to their movements.



?Sore throat? I doubt it, i'm well in practice of laughter? she would tease as the two settled down, side by side as they had not been for some time now. Bass would calm her wild spirit and settle her down as he placed himself beside her and eased her into relaxation with a few gentle licks.



Her laughter was a softer rumble in her throat now, soothing and restful as she shifted her gaze to find him. ?Are you saying i've put the bar too high for you?? she teased him, gently knocking her shoulder to his. ?Not that worries me mind, until you find your match your all the boy I need? she continued to tease.

"Speech"
'thoughts'