"Woh!" Gibney gasped in delight as he watched her shoot upwards, excitement and delight coursing through him. "Damn yer cool," he whispered to no one but himself, watching her with zealous eyes. He watched her land and had started to take a bounding leap toward her when a ribbon snatched him off his feet.
He gave a yelp of surprise as he was plucked off the ground, one big hand wrapping around that ribbon, not squeezing or really grabbing, just holding for some measure of security. The world spun into a blur around him, his hair flying wildly as she spun him, it was all great fun. He kicked his feet and waved his free arm, treating it like the world's greatest carnival ride.
Then he was headed toward the ground.
"Oh fuck!" Half growled, half wheezed, the memories of his last little trip in those ribbons suddenly all too vivid. No sooner had he growled out the curse and braced himself for a painful impact than he was skyward again. Blue eyes went wide and glittered as he felt the earth slip away from him, he letting out a loud sound, a mixture of a delighted shout and a roar, his gangly legs kicking as he climbed upward. He felt the apex of his flight, now there was only down to go.
Unlike most, normal, logical people, Kyle loved the fall. The wind howling in his ears, pulling at his hair, watching the earth rise up to meet him, it was a rush, a thrill, it was a few, lingering seconds of true freedom. So rather than fear the impact that was coming and wonder if Ribbon was going to catch him or just let his body crush under its own eight on collision with the arena floor, the Wild Child chuckled and enjoyed the ride. He grinned, extended his arms fully and let his body pull into a twisting spin, watching the view before his eyes change from earth to sky, to earth to sky, he looking like some strange firework gone wrong, twisting and spinning as his long hair lashed out behind him.