"AC stalks her pray, creeping silently through the grass, her paws padding silently in the dirt."
Davesprite tensed, then untensed because as a certified coolkid, he was always relaxed in any situation. He could swear he had heard some whispering behind him, but a nonchalant glance over his shoulder revealed nothing. He shrugged and continued on his merry way, floating just a few feet above the tall grass.
"AC's pray is pawsitively oblivious to her purresence. She lowers to the ground, swishing her tail ever so cutely."
Okay, he knew he heard whispering now. Seriously, where the fuck was it coming fro-
"HERE I COME, FEATHERBEAST! MURR-EOW!"
...really shoulda seen that one coming.
"Oof," was all the hapless sprite could utter, as his orange face was currently skidding across the dirt, giving him only new dirt braces for his attempts at speaking. He could feel his attacker's paws digging into his back, effectively pinning him and propelling him all at once.
It was only a few seconds before he ground to a halt. He heard an impish laugh, then felt something wet slide across his cheek.
"Terezi's wrong, I think you taste like-"
"I already told you, we're not discussing what I taste like," Davesprite spat out, jerking up so that his assailant rolled off his back and onto the grass, giggling. He spit out dirt and little sprigs of grass, then turned to give her a sunglass-covered glare. "I don't care if I taste like the best five-fucking-star cuisine, it's not being discussed."
"You're just trying to change the subject because I won," Nepeta taunted, sticking her tongue out at the ghost-like Strider. "That's seventeen for me and zero for you. You're kinda bad at this game, heeheehee!"
Davesprite got back to his (metaphorical) feet, dusting the front of his shirt. "I just didn't want to beat a girl. It's against the Strider way."
"And is it also the Strider way to lose seventeen times?"
"Yeah. Because we don't play games. I only purrticipate for the irony." A beat. "Participate."
"Heeheeheehee! My paw-uns are rubbing off on you!"
"You wish they were, Leijon, but the last thing I have rubbing off on me is your stupid cat puns. Plenty of your cat fur, but none of your puns. Yup, I'd say I'm purr-etty pun fur-ee he-oh damn it."
"Aww, you're purrfectly adorable, Mr. Strider!" She accentuated her declaration by rolling around in the warm sun, laughing.
He watched her for a second, then suddenly threw himself of her, pinning her arms to the ground. He allowed himself a victorious but still cool and ironic grin, while she gasped in surprise, eyes wide.
His grin slipped long enough for him to bend down and kiss her, gently. "I win."
A laugh greeted his statement, and before he could react Nepeta had flipped him and was on top of him again, kissing him a lot more forcefully than he had her.
"Nope. The cat always wins, silly featherbeast!"
"You don't watch many Saturday morning cartoons, do you?" Davesprite rolled his eyes and pulled the troll off his chest; she allowed it, snuggling into his side, careful of his wing.
"What game are we purrlaying now?" she asked, nuzzling her nose against his cheek.
"It's called "Coolkid and Catgirl Chill in the Sun" and it's the fucking best game you'll ever play in your whole life."
"Sounds purrfect to me, Dave."
"Purrfect."
[[OOC: Yeah, so I've never written for either of these guys before. I hope it didn't suck. |'D]]
Ah geez what with the adorable ideas...
Davesprite tensed, then untensed because as a certified coolkid, he was always relaxed in any situation. He could swear he had heard some whispering behind him, but a nonchalant glance over his shoulder revealed nothing. He shrugged and continued on his merry way, floating just a few feet above the tall grass.
"AC's pray is pawsitively oblivious to her purresence. She lowers to the ground, swishing her tail ever so cutely."
Okay, he knew he heard whispering now. Seriously, where the fuck was it coming fro-
"HERE I COME, FEATHERBEAST! MURR-EOW!"
...really shoulda seen that one coming.
"Oof," was all the hapless sprite could utter, as his orange face was currently skidding across the dirt, giving him only new dirt braces for his attempts at speaking. He could feel his attacker's paws digging into his back, effectively pinning him and propelling him all at once.
It was only a few seconds before he ground to a halt. He heard an impish laugh, then felt something wet slide across his cheek.
"Terezi's wrong, I think you taste like-"
"I already told you, we're not discussing what I taste like," Davesprite spat out, jerking up so that his assailant rolled off his back and onto the grass, giggling. He spit out dirt and little sprigs of grass, then turned to give her a sunglass-covered glare. "I don't care if I taste like the best five-fucking-star cuisine, it's not being discussed."
"You're just trying to change the subject because I won," Nepeta taunted, sticking her tongue out at the ghost-like Strider. "That's seventeen for me and zero for you. You're kinda bad at this game, heeheehee!"
Davesprite got back to his (metaphorical) feet, dusting the front of his shirt. "I just didn't want to beat a girl. It's against the Strider way."
"And is it also the Strider way to lose seventeen times?"
"Yeah. Because we don't play games. I only purrticipate for the irony." A beat. "Participate."
"Heeheeheehee! My paw-uns are rubbing off on you!"
"You wish they were, Leijon, but the last thing I have rubbing off on me is your stupid cat puns. Plenty of your cat fur, but none of your puns. Yup, I'd say I'm purr-etty pun fur-ee he-oh damn it."
"Aww, you're purrfectly adorable, Mr. Strider!" She accentuated her declaration by rolling around in the warm sun, laughing.
He watched her for a second, then suddenly threw himself of her, pinning her arms to the ground. He allowed himself a victorious but still cool and ironic grin, while she gasped in surprise, eyes wide.
His grin slipped long enough for him to bend down and kiss her, gently. "I win."
A laugh greeted his statement, and before he could react Nepeta had flipped him and was on top of him again, kissing him a lot more forcefully than he had her.
"Nope. The cat always wins, silly featherbeast!"
"You don't watch many Saturday morning cartoons, do you?" Davesprite rolled his eyes and pulled the troll off his chest; she allowed it, snuggling into his side, careful of his wing.
"What game are we purrlaying now?" she asked, nuzzling her nose against his cheek.
"It's called "Coolkid and Catgirl Chill in the Sun" and it's the fucking best game you'll ever play in your whole life."
"Sounds purrfect to me, Dave."
"Purrfect."
[[OOC: Yeah, so I've never written for either of these guys before. I hope it didn't suck. |'D]]