[He follows her, mulling that over. He's heard the words, before, but never actually seen one. It looks brilliant, even though he's absolutely sure there is no way to get off once it starts. No good way off, at least. Still, this is a 10-year-old who is a veteran of multiple joyrides in fast cars and on motorcycles.]
Check my...oh.
[He doesn't immediately balk at the command, but his shoulder droop just a hair. He's the smallest of his whole group, and it's been a point of embarrassment for most of his life. He turns around and steps back against the measure. He looks over his shoulder, once, but can't tell if he's close enough or not. 134cm...a solid 52 inches. He should be fine; he's 10!]
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Check my...oh.
[He doesn't immediately balk at the command, but his shoulder droop just a hair. He's the smallest of his whole group, and it's been a point of embarrassment for most of his life. He turns around and steps back against the measure. He looks over his shoulder, once, but can't tell if he's close enough or not. 134cm...a solid 52 inches. He should be fine; he's 10!]
Um. Wassit say?