It did look really cool. Casey's head was swimming, like he was drained from the top down, kind of like when he had a concussion. And just like when he had a concussion at the end of a winning hockey game, he didn't even care.
"We did it!" He skated back around to where Greg was, whooping and hollering. He figured that Bones could grab Wash while he took care of Greg. It didn't even occur to him that Wash might not be OK, because that sonic boom thing was so freakin' metal and you just can't not be OK after you do something like that.
Speaking of, Greg was going to be OK too, but...later. Eventually. Sure, right now it didn't look like he could move, but after a hand getting home and some downtime he'd be able to appreciate how rad this all was. Casey held out his hand to help Greg up.
"Dude, wicked spikes!" He was going to gush about this the whole way home.
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"We did it!" He skated back around to where Greg was, whooping and hollering. He figured that Bones could grab Wash while he took care of Greg. It didn't even occur to him that Wash might not be OK, because that sonic boom thing was so freakin' metal and you just can't not be OK after you do something like that.
Speaking of, Greg was going to be OK too, but...later. Eventually. Sure, right now it didn't look like he could move, but after a hand getting home and some downtime he'd be able to appreciate how rad this all was. Casey held out his hand to help Greg up.
"Dude, wicked spikes!" He was going to gush about this the whole way home.