C29 Little Witch
"So slow, Oscars!" Xiaoyi drawled.
Oscars had been running for a bit, his breathing barely labored. "Slow? I'm not a Soul Master. How fast can I really go? This pace is decent enough."
"Where's Sister Rongrong? Falling behind?" Xiaoyi murmured to himself.
"Rongrong? She took off. She'll be back in a bit," Oscars replied, a hint of disappointment crossing his face