Argh! [ Her movement is shaking the cart too much for Apollo's liking, but there really isn't anything he can do about that. Instead of protesting, he holds up his arms in front of his face just in case she ends up whacking him as she scrambles to the other side. Once she somehow manages to switch their spots, he purses his lips and holds a "why me?" sort of expression. He's stuck on a ferris wheel at the tippy top with a girl who has no idea what the meaning of personal space is.
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What else could go wrong? ]