Bramblepoint cranky curmudgeon

Closing this one up! ♥

SEE YOU IN THE VALE, MY BROTHER

“Gross, Noch,” Cypress complained good-naturedly as saliva dripped down into his ear canal. He shook his head vigorously to stave off the slimy sensation, then whipped around and dropped into a playful bow himself, snapping harmlessly at the air in front of the turquoise-eyed male’s nose.

A sense of time passing seemed to sober up both of the brothers; they’d have to return to the others in a minute. Glancing around for one last game, Cypress gave a roguish half-grin, tongue lolling as he stretched. “Race you to the treeline,” he challenged. “No head starts or tricks.” He judged that the distance would be short enough that Noch’d be able to give him a “fair fight” so to speak — the burly male had a respectable sprint at short distances that could rival Cypress’ own. “Ready…set…go!”