[RQ] [SE] playing dirty

// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //

His laughter's already on the rise, having been a nearly constant, low hum since the first fling of mud. He's eager to drag her down into the filth with him though, so when she tilts forward with indignation it tickles him immensely. That is, until she begins to tickle him instead. All dirty thoughts, mud or otherwise, vanish in an instant as he launches into full warfare.

The sound of his laugh pitches up the moment her fingers find the sensitive skin of his hips, poking and prodding mercilessly. "LisTEn, LISten!" he begs, going for diplomatic tactics to start with as his hands try to fends hers off, slapping and shoving. As he knees box his ears he grimaces, one eye pinching shut, the other curling up to beseech her. Although he wouldn't mind having on his headstone that he went out doing what he loved, smothered in Flora's thighs.

"You made ME—" he grunts around a laugh as her finger delivers a good kick to his side. "Me the belle of the ball. Now I wanna make you the beau of the ball." It's only fair. He gets hold of both her hands and fights to keep them, turning his grip into manacles, although the mud-coated hand is proving difficult to stay firm as he arm gradually slides through it. He twists his head, teeth snapping to try and bite at her leg as an added, multi-strike offense now.

Kaisel

// When you need somebody to turn to—Nobody got you the way I do //