[ the crab zips ahead of karlach, leg carapace sturdy and well-placed, the scarlet hue of its body desired perfection.
anyway, this bad boy is fucking running. it has something short in its claws--like a stick? maybe. it zig-zags over the sand, but karlach gains on it....
the coconut tree looks like it could be climbed... so mistrusting you both are. ]
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anyway, this bad boy is fucking running. it has something short in its claws--like a stick? maybe. it zig-zags over the sand, but karlach gains on it....
the coconut tree looks like it could be climbed... so mistrusting you both are. ]