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 Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 3:50 pm
Otto made a noise of disgruntlement at the hat moving.
Then he remembered something.
"That ice is probably melting... what'd ya do with my hat? I want it back."
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 5:26 pm
Clerise scoffed. "I dunno, I think I tossed it in my room somewhere before slamming the door shut. And no way, Prodigy. That hat is mine now. No takesy backsies."
And then she blew a raspberry at him, for good measure.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 2:00 pm
"You can't just keep it! Its my property!" The southerner complained, even though he had another 10 where that hat came from.
"Don't stick yer tongue out at me, missy." A bit of sass, for sass's sake. Never mind that he did the same on numerous occasions.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 5:13 pm
"I do what I want," Clerise retorted. "You threw it, you should have been prepared to lose it!"
She nudged the teen's back with a socked foot. "Don't you call me missy! I'm nearly a decade older than you. I am the Clerisorapter, hear me roar!"
What followed was a screechy imitation of a dinosaur.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 5:50 pm
"You are ********' scary, woman!" Otto yelped, leaning his body away from the screeching female. He turned his body around and nudged Clerise's socked foot with his bare one.
Yes. Footsie war.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 5:53 pm
Clerise cackled, a bit reminiscent of a hyena. "Oh you wanna start a war, is that it?" she asked, pushing against Otto's foot with her own. "You're gonna fall off the bed, dude."
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 5:54 pm
"No way, b***h. Not in my domain!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 5:57 pm
"It's a room, not a domain! You have no power here!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 5:58 pm
********, she had a point.
He used his free foot to try and poke her behind the knee.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 6:15 pm
"Hey!" Clerise's leg twitched as Otto found somewhere where she was mildly ticklish. "Don't start a war you can't win!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 6:47 pm
"Fightin' dirty wins plenty of wars!" He yelled back, pushing at her foot with both of his.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:13 pm
"Fighting dirty, huh?"
She lurched forward, digging her fingers into Otto's sides, tickling him relentlessly. Cheaters always prosper. Always.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:17 pm
The war was won that day not by Otto, but the vile woman with nimble fingers. Otto was rendered incapable of fighting beyond a lot of squirming and flailing, and of course loud and continuous giggling.
"GAWDDAMMIT! STAHP! STAHPPIT OH GAA--AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:23 pm
"What's that, Prodigy? I can't hear you over the sound of winning."
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:31 pm
"YOU WIN, YOU GODAMN HARPY! NOW LEMME ALONE!!!"
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