Bill goes silent for several blissful seconds, apart from one final trill of laughter dying out as he drifts farther from his pursuer.
This.. isn't good. Despite his apparent talent for running like a madman, deep down this body's speed only truly came from Bill's attempts at mentally rejecting any of the stimuli that came with it. He couldn't do this for much longer, if he fell behind he would be shot, and if he collapsed, he'd be flung from this body entirely. As usual, Time was a bigoted busybody that had no intentions of giving him a chance-! That no, good, BOMBASTIC, FAT--
That's when he sees it. Something glinting in a pile of confetti and other assorted debris of party debris from one of the nearby dances. Bill snatches and pockets the object, hello opportunity~, giving the path behind him one last glance as he resumes one more round of door throwing .
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This.. isn't good. Despite his apparent talent for running like a madman, deep down this body's speed only truly came from Bill's attempts at mentally rejecting any of the stimuli that came with it. He couldn't do this for much longer, if he fell behind he would be shot, and if he collapsed, he'd be flung from this body entirely. As usual, Time was a bigoted busybody that had no intentions of giving him a chance-! That no, good, BOMBASTIC, FAT--
That's when he sees it. Something glinting in a pile of confetti and other assorted debris of party debris from one of the nearby dances. Bill snatches and pockets the object, hello opportunity~, giving the path behind him one last glance as he resumes one more round of door throwing .