He could not understand why the need for the matching ears was a must, but the way the ticket seller had practically shoved the things on them made his eyebrows twitch.

Why was he acting so grumpy these days?

At Evan’s insistence, the two had decided to go out to one of the travelling fairs that came by whenever something big was visiting—well, he only knew of the monthly ones near Fortree, so to actually go to one where there were rides and all that other stuff was a breath of fresh air.

He’d even decided to take the Umbreon ears, out of sheer spite.

There was something niggling at him—like shit about to go down, call it instinct—when he looked at the roller coaster in apprehension before they got on. Sure, he wanted to position themselves somewhere in the middle, or the back, but not way up front! What the hell!

And then everything just went to shit as the entire ride came to a grinding halt, with them stuck teetering at the edge of one of the inclines. Oh, Arceus, what if gravity did its work instead?

And how—how was Evan so calm about the situation?! Turning to face the other man, he said between grit teeth, “How—how can you be so—so… calm about this?”

Was he scared?

Oh, you bet your ass!