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[devoutish]

All right.

[He reaches for her hair, aiming to toss it forward over her shoulder.]

[furgood]

[She laughs and lets him pull her hair forward but she tosses her head a little so it settles a bit over her face]

Better. More accurate to the experience.

[devoutish]

Mm.

[He'll muss up her hair a little more, if she'll let him.]

Even better.

[furgood]

[She bites her lip, attempting to hold in the giggles ] Mhmm... Now I look a mess but this hair turns into a mess if you look at it wrong.

[devoutish]

But--

[He pushes some of her hair out of the way, leaning in to kiss her.]

[furgood]

[She's still trying not to laugh even as he kisses her but it becomes a sufficient distraction within moments.]

[devoutish]

Not so bad.

[He murmurs, pulling back from the kiss only just barely.]

[furgood]

[She giggles and kisses him quick and softly] Purrhaps. You pass the first test. Putting up with my mane.

[devoutish]

And it is quite the lion's mane. Yeah - all right, I will accept that it may be worse than my beard.

[He pulls back enough to shoot her a wink.]

It's not wet, though.

[And look at where they are, sitting by a lake.]

[furgood]

Don't get me wrong, your beard is a bit of a menace. Scratchy. But I survive. My hair is wise when it's wet. Sticks everywhere

[devoutish]

Right, so, you're telling me that I should not throw you in the lake, then.

[furgood]

[She appears to consider it. ] I would be forced to retaliate as I'm sure you're aware.

[devoutish]

I would like to see you try to throw me anywhere.

[furgood]

I'm stronger than I look. Are you willing to risk it? [She almost looks like she's hoping he might. Just to get the revenge]

[devoutish]

Give it a go now.

[furgood]

...Well if you insist. [But she doesn't exactly think she can lift him straight up. Instead, she surveys the situation and steps into the water. Then she grabs his hands and rugs, leaning back and hoping her footing wont skip ]

[devoutish]

Oof--

[She is stronger that he'd been expecting, and that takes him off-guard. He's able to hold himself on the bank, but not after being successfully tugged forward by about a foot and a half.]

[furgood]

[Progress! She leans into it, determined now ] Come on, give it up.

[devoutish]

[But he's ready for it now, and so he digs in.]

Look at us, at a stalemate.

[furgood]

[She huffs </small] For now.

[devoutish]

[He smiles at her - and then scoots forward again, of his own volition this time.]

Bit wet, aren't you.

[furgood]

[She sticks her tongue out and shrugs ] Just my legs, I will survive. All for a good cause.

[devoutish]

Mm. How warm is it?

[furgood]

[Tug Tug ] Not purrticularly warm at all.

[devoutish]

Well, that doesn't sound very encouraging, does it.

[He resists again, but it's more playful than serious.]