The pillows follow. Combeferre turns every so often and whacks them back with his stick.
"A softer version of computers, perhaps?" He pants the question at Joly as they run along the trail, through the arch of trees.
They run several steps before Combeferre realizes they're somewhere else entirely.
He looks around. It's a city. It's...almost Paris?
But there are large balloon-like things in the air? Powered by gas, evidently. They look somewhat like hot air balloons, but more more advanced; somewhat like airplanes, but less sleek.
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The pillows follow. Combeferre turns every so often and whacks them back with his stick.
"A softer version of computers, perhaps?" He pants the question at Joly as they run along the trail, through the arch of trees.
They run several steps before Combeferre realizes they're somewhere else entirely.
He looks around. It's a city. It's...almost Paris?
But there are large balloon-like things in the air? Powered by gas, evidently. They look somewhat like hot air balloons, but more more advanced; somewhat like airplanes, but less sleek.
Combeferre looks at Joly. "Euh...?"