(cont. from https://landbeforetime.fandom.com/f/p/3804324777951566070 - private roleplay between myself, Nate56mate and Mrclubtail1234)
(cont. from https://landbeforetime.fandom.com/f/p/3804324777951566070 - private roleplay between myself, Nate56mate and Mrclubtail1234)
"Well, are you?"
"No, I am not"
"Well, that's good to know" Littlefoot starts walking off.
"What do you have to say, I don't wanna hear it" The Gibbon says.
"So you don't want to listen to me," Littlefoot reiterates.
"Uh-huh."
"But you want me to talk anyway?"
"Indeed"
"You make no sense. At All" Littlefoot responds.
Littlefoot ponders if he should continue this conversation with this contradictory primate.
"Now," the crested gibbon says, cracking its knuckles before putting its hands over its ears, "I'm not ready."
Finally tired of this shtick, Littlefoot just turns around and goes back on his sharptooth manhunt.
"Good luck, on your adventures, dear friend" The Gibbon slowly fades away from reality, Littlefoot pays no mind to it.
Back with the Goodgroup, they are walking through a slightly desolate forest.
"How long has it been since it last rained?" Junior wonders aloud, his gaze shifting from dessicated tree to dessicated tree.
"A while," Plates replies, unable to give a specific timeframe.
"I wish, It did rain, Because this place feels quite de-" Red Claw suddenly freeze with a frightened look on his face.
"Red Claw, what's wrong?" Plates asks.
The Goodgroup look in the direction Red Claw is looking in and see a lone Papaya on a tree branch in a tree across from them.
"TREESWEET!" Red Claw shouts before heading back and running at 31 miles per hour (The max a human can run at is 27.)
Screech and Thud look backwards to watch the tyrannosaur flee, before looking to one another.
"Do we follow him?" Thud inquires.
"He's a big sharptooth, he can take care of himself," Screech replies.
Stripes decides to interject; "can he, though?" she wonders.
"Now that I think about it, no" Screech says.
What do you think?