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Gotham moved with the squirming, trying to keep his balance. It wasn't easy, and his tail perked up a bit to help with it, only making the pose a bit worse. He bit down on his lip some, trying to keep back a growl as the situation got a bit uncomfortable, despite her being his sister. Damn wiggling... why'd she have to do that!? He came forward just a bit, head moving beside hers as he shifted his weight, then huffed a bit. "Dannazione, chiudere dimenarsi tanto!" He moved again, lifting back up, and hoisted a leg up so he could roll off of her finally, sitting beside her in the snow with a grunt.
"Non è divertente se si fa questo." Boy pouted, ears flicking back at having won through default. Game was ruined by an easy sister, damn it. "Smettila di essere così tanto di una ragazza. E 'fastidioso." And it was; teenage boy was left to worry about his damned hormones half the time, instead of falling back into that puppy mood where he'd be able to play for hours without getting nasty thoughts that would ruin the fun. Just because something looked bad, didn't mean it was bad. Sadly, his own body refused to believe that now, and he was left worrying about being a pervert. Especially to, he shuddered, his own sister. Gross.
Moving on from the issues of being male... Gotham sat up, crossing his legs and ignoring the cold snow underneath him, soaking into his clothes slowly. "We should go inside and get some food. I think the fire's lit, so it won't be long before we'd be munching our bellies full." Boy cocked his head to the side and sniffed, all for making a meal for himself and his sister. It had been a while since the two had been given the chance to catch up, so it made sense.