i aling with. With gritted teeth, the bull - whose nametag read "Allegro" - carried on.

"Glad to see you're still aroundgritted teeth, the bull - whose nametag read "Allegro" - carried
on. "Glad to see you're still around, though! Whew, how's about we set you up somewhere a
bit comfier, now that you're up and about?"fluttering of hed as his first footstep commenced,
to say nothing of his mesmerizing folds. Though held close to hiscondensed on his space-
grade visor. The combined insulation of hiing to address it. "Oh! Geeze. Beneath his
assistant's nano-weave shirt, reassuring muscles strained and flexed with the effort he'd just
been talking directly to Russel's backside. Coughing in an attempt to expel the
embarrassment from his body, he which s protected wings, and a twitch of his blubber-
swaddled tail. At once, the official let out a very unofficial moo, jumping off of his mattress-
soft cushion and turn
; taking that first solitary step taxed every last reserve of the insectoid's energy
reserves, fr e shock was unpreventable. off to! Figured you snuck out of the hatch or
something." The cow extended a handdealing with. With arms up to shield his already-
shielded face, and took a panicked step backwards. Soon after, his hard-earned stability
faltered; with a secondary chitter of distress, the meteoric moth om his pillowy neck to his
pudgy soles. Discarded tools rattled and hoppuffing and puffing bull to shirk some of the load
his feet were de Russel grasped with hestianc he wide portal in a single bound, beckoning
Russel to follow. This was a command easier said than dones sauce-spattered suit and solid
yard of wobbly fat ensured no physical harm came to the bloated bug, though instinctiv came,
How long is the ride going to be?"
"Should only be an hour or so left - you just slept through the longest stretch of the
ride." Allegro chuckled, slapping expended; after a time, Russel was back on his feet, leaning
against the h
"Sounds like a plan!" sang Russel with his Viennese cadence. "began a long, awkward
shuffle around the moth to address him properly.
"L-Like I was saying… sorry for sitting on you! You looked a bit like one of our cargo
crates… I was wondering where you'd gone hrough t, sorry, pal," he stammered, scratching
the nape of his neck with a hoof. "Thought you were --" The bovid stopped himself, realizing
a wall-installed button to force the automated open.
The bull walked backwards t
Russel yelped, bringing his cylindrical, though! Whew, how's about we set you up
somewhere a bit comfier, now that you're up and about