Stavanger Bay where the watermelons grow

he would soon come to realise that julep didn't need him at all. just kidding, he would never admit to her begin fully capable without him. however, that didn't stop him from not-so-lightly flinching when she yapped at him with as much hostile as a little sister could carry. she was scary, ok? but it was not that, that caught his attention but what exactly she had dared to say.

"joop!?" he screeched, peering behind her butt to meet her snarky gaze. how dare she! mouth hung open in a somewhat oh-no-she-di-in't  baffled awe, he could not break from her scowling face in light of the very recent turn of events.

as far as he was concerned, she had just said a Naughty word.

while he wasn't actually mentally or properly aware of the concept of swearing, he was at least 96.7% sure that she had just done it. he was shocked beyond belief... and somewhat butthurt that she got to do it before he did. "waaaaaaa???" he questioned her moral integrity with a dumbfounded gaze. what could this all mean? was she now some sort of higher order being, that now she had done it, she now held all the power? did this mean she was cooler than him? thoughts flooded into his mind -- most of which, he didn't really understand -- and he quickly took action. 

she must be punished.

with hardened, and maybe a bit mischevious eyes did he -- in one quick movement -- extend his mouth and chomp down hard, on her, well, ass cheek.