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Standing by the projectile’s source of direction was he, claws muddied and face still covered in copper filth. His eyes stared glaringly at her as he stood his ground. It almost looked like he was challenging her to do it again. And so, slowly recovering her smirk, she would comply.
They danced in the mud. Clods of wet earth flew about, tainting the scenery further than the rain had already managed. It was an all out war between the two. No words. Only mud and laughter from the vixen’s part as she watched her muddied friend play along until their fur matched in color. It was as if for a moment everything was alright. His wounds were no longer there. Their feud was but a speck of dust in the wind. Their only concern was keeping their balance as they ran about through the murky terrain.
They kept on going and going, mud flying everywhere until the Sneasel tripped over the muddy surface. He fell flat on his back, and even as the softer damp
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“Where are we going?” He finally got himself to ask. They were walking at quite a distance from the house now. There was no doubting anymore that the reason for bringing him outside was not as she had said. The thought began to irk him. What could she possibly want with him out in this weather? She knew well how he felt about the rain.
“It’s right over here!” She said, skipping over a few puddles as she made her way into a small clearing. It was like a hole in the canopy ceiling that shielded most of the woods. The place would have made for a perfect scene were it not for the dull rainy sky and the large mud puddle that stretched across its center. She ran over that very puddle, digging a paw into the mud with no concern whatsoever for the damp filth that would cling onto her fur.
The only thing in the Sneasel’s mind at this point was the image of their house floor covered in the filth she would track inside. He quickly shook his head, putting the th
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Then he stared.
Laughter was the last thing he had expected to come out of the Braixen. Perhaps a little smile - which was definitely showing and Arceus damn was it a beautiful smile - but definitely not a full blown laugh.
Part of him wracked his brain for a reason as to what it was exactly that had triggered her to start laughing in the first place. Another part of him was desperately confused as to why she would be laughing after first being tackled by Faust, then obviously getting her staff broken, then having Ignazio touch her without warning, then have him drag her off around the corner, to hear all the laughter coming from the other gang members, and worse the suggestive innuendos they kept throwing out, even now --
Yes, laughter was the last thing he had expected.
'Maybe I jus' look tha' ridiculous,' he thought to himself, still unable to take his eyes off the still laughing Braixen as she clutched at her stomach, 'maybe i's jus'
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