"Young Master! please— go slow!"
"There's no fun in that?" Juno pouts at her panting form, thrusting faster.
"Please—I uh, ugh, I can't— keep— up!" She gasped out breathily.
"Then don't!"
"I have to! It's my duty!" The house maid called out, running behind the wobbly figure of Juno Hemming trying to ride a bicycle and failing miserably as he kept thrusting the pedal faster and forward.
It went everywhere but in a straight line.
Xinea ran as fast as her heels allowed in the boundaries of caution, but the giggling toddler was in a world of his own liking. His small feet paddled along, left and right as the bicycle swayed dangerously, barely surviving crashes.
Xinea ran a hand through her red hair, biting on her lip in pure frustration.
"This is so much fun!! I could do this all day!" Juno cried in glee, not caring about potential death lurking closer with every push of pedal.
The outside was so not baby proof.
