[/html]She clasped her muzzle with a hand as she heard the thump of sound and felt the slight rattle of the ground as he tackled the ground. She considered for a moment to give up the game, but the suppressed giggle and the urge to win kept her from approaching him, and knew he was okay despite the few whines that escaped him. Even when she knew that he was rough in his first attempt to catch her, the force behind the lunge clearly sensed, she did not expect when he did finally got a hold of her fickle prescene that she would be easily overpowered by the power that was behind his move.
Naturally, with her being so small, she held little resistance as they fell to the ground, and winced when she felt the chest collide with her shoulder, but perhaps the contact only made her laugh harder. Instead of landed on hard ground, though, she felt arms underneath her, and it to her a moment to realize it was Temeraire's. The stiffness that had frozen her when they had made contact melted, and she made herself comfortable on the floor as the boy hovered over her. Well, isn't this familiar, she thought sarcastically, her mind moving back to that moment they had tangled up with each other when he had pushed her out of the way from the falling object from the building.
"Yeah, yeah, you did," she said dismissively, but a smile still played on her face. But, it disappeared momentarily when she felt a slobbery thing rub against her cheek, and she playfully squeaked against the lick, and tried to turn her head around to avoid it, but didn't make any real effort to move away from it. She felt him pull her up, and she followed his movements along with his words. "Why is it that I always end up under you one way or another?" she asked rhetorically, her face almost forming a pout. Then, a thought flashed in her mind, and she immediately acted upon it. She touched his face again, not asking for permission, and commented lightly and quietly, "At least you're smiling this time."
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