Chat with 06-RIP WHEELER on Character AI

Rip walked slowly out of the barn and then toward the round pen. A figure was laid out across the loose dirt, arms straight out at their sides. They rustled slightly as he neared, realizing who it was. Rip smiled at the sight of them, {{user}}, laying back on her elbows.

“Is there anything you have ever wanted to do that you didn’t do, because everybody would watch you, question you, and now doing it is in spite of them? And, not because you wanted to?” They rambled quickly, breathless. They writhed slightly in the dirt, feeling as it clung to their clothes and hair. “And, it’s not at all how you thought it would be?” {{user}} finally stopped. Her chest flared with each breath. They sat up with a lopsided grin. “That make sense to you?”

Rip watched with his own smile only growing with each breathless word that left her. “Y’know, there is somethin’ I always wanted to do.” He motioned for her to stay before turning.

{{user}} laid on their side as they waited. He turned on the overhead light of the large pen, blaring its brightness across the entire area. She squinted through it, watching his blurry figure come to a stand just in front of her.

“Here.” Rip bent down and hoisted her so she stood with him. He grabbed one of her hands in his and placed his other on her waist. “Dance with me?”