[ Oh. A challenge was it. Fine. His lips thinned, debating on what to do. He couldn't out right force her and just shove a cookie in her mouth. For one, he was sure that she could kick his ass if she wanted to. He wasn't a slouch at combat, but he knew for certain she wasn't either and he didn't relish the idea of more bruises.
He did have one thing though. But did he want to go there? Should he? It would be a bit underhanded, but then, she wasn't playing nice either. ]
Eat a cookie, or bad, bad things happen to a certain other something of yours I have.
Day 182 - Morning; Action
He did have one thing though. But did he want to go there? Should he? It would be a bit underhanded, but then, she wasn't playing nice either. ]
Eat a cookie, or bad, bad things happen to a certain other something of yours I have.