"Fight me!" Micyne shouts, bounding up to him. "Fight me, fight me!"
âFor godsâ sakes, Mousey, why do you want to fight me?â he chuckled, and caught her tight in his arms, struggling to keep hers pinned against her body for a while.
âViolence is never the answer, you know. Iâm a lover, not a fighter, as the phrase goes. You know what, Iâm gonna answer your violence with a kiss. Iâll smooch you right away I swear. You want that, you warmongering little menace to the world? Iâll give you elf germs!â
Micyne squealed gleefully when she was grabbed, and started wiggling to get away. She giggled and tried to get away. âNo, weâre gonna fight! We havenât had a couple fight so we have to fight! Wrestle me!â She squirmed.
Wanting to catch him off guard, she kissed him before putting him in a headlock and kissing all over his face. âBe a wolf and fight me!â
It was certainly a move to put him off guard. She had never kissed him before. Did she just say couple? Did this mean... He was stunned for a moment with the shock, but managed to eventually snap out of it. Sheâd get what she bargained for!
He grinned, and took her with him when he fell on the ground. He brawled himself on top of her, and leaned in, the braids that she had made ticking the sides of Micyneâs face.
âA couple fight eh?â he teased, though he could hardly contain himself. âWell in that case...â
He launched a tickle attack on her sides, poking her with his fingers.










