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Lampert watches as Kasper kneels down into the laundry basket, sitting criss-crossed, “Kas.. are you sure this is a good idea?” She asks skeptically.
“Yeah, man!” The skater gives her a thumbs up before looking down in front of him, waiting for the shove.
“I don’t know..” Lampert’s tail flicks anxiously as she stares down the steps, “I don’t want to be responsible if you break something.”
“It’s okay, I swear! Just push!” He insists, taking off his beanie and leaving it on the railing as he shifts around a bit, getting comfortable. Well as comfortable as someone can get in a laundry basket.
Lampert gives a hesitant shove, but she seems to misjudge how much force she puts as it practically flies down the stairs.
The lamps eyes widen when they hear Kasper’s suprised scream, watching as the box tumbles over each step.
He lands at the bottom of the staircase, halfway out the basket. He looks like a raccoon playing dead if Lampert was to honest.
They rush down the stairs towards him, “KASPER!” They shout in panic, dragging him out the basket.
“Oughh- that was kinda a bad idea..” Kasper squints, rubbing the side of his head. He’s lucky he didn’t crack his head open.
“I told you so!” Lampert crosses her arms, shoving down her worry after seeing he’s atleast not dead, nothing seems to be broken either.
“Nah, dude, that was really fun!” He argues as he fixes his fringe back into place as much as he can, but it lacks all bite.