Warning, challenge, etc., blah blah blah.

The moment she moves, he moves, and with a just few long, loose strides he's at the halfway mark--

--except she's made a detour upwards, surpassing their fourteen inch height difference.


Standing toe-to-wooden-chest, he raises his eyes up at her, an eyebrow arched, before slowly tilting his head back, a twist to his lips.

"Mmhm. Real cute."

It's not a complaint, at least.