"Coward." He quickly attacked from the side, aiming to pin hers.

¤ She flicked her finger out of the way, going in for a counter strike. ¤ "Cocky."

He spun his thumb out of the way, going over and around hers to pin it from the top. "Smooth," (You may win)

I wish you to win, fairest friend)) ¤ Her finger got pinned and she tried to fight it, almost getting free, but not before the count of three was up. ¤ "So close, yet so far."

Pshaw but its funnier if he can hold something against her))

He put on a face on concentration, going again for the side attack. "Crafty."

"Shifty." ¤ She flicked her finger out of tHe way and pinned his finger down. ¤ "One, two-"

"Shit!" He attempted to pull his out as quickly as he could, but to no avail the third second was up. He threw his hands in the air, letting go of hers. "Chaaaampion you say?" He gave her a snarky look.

"Dont hate the player, hate the game." ¤ She blew off her thumb. ¤ "I AM the champion." ¤ She grinned teasingly at him. ¤

"At the moment we are the game because well-" He shook his thumb. "-I think it's attached. So its fair isn't it?" He was, yes, mildly annoyed but didn't seem all too hostle. He leaned on the wall with an unamused expression. "I'll get you back for that."

"Sure you will." ¤ She leaned on the wall beside him. ¤ "Well, now we need something else to do- so- you pick something."