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Roarke wasn’t inherently sure what a bugger was — though as Chusi uses it to greet him he harkens it to himself — but it sounds awful close to booger and he snickers in a boyish giggle. “Sounds like booger!” He crows and doubles over in deep belly laughs that cause his rib cage to quake with the depth of his giggles. He charges at her like a bull charges a matador yet without the intimidation factor and yet moves with the swagger of a lion, as if he is a king of the jungle as opposed to a smol tundrian cub. To his astonishment he bats Chusi’s foreleg with his paw and she topples over! For a moment this perplexes winter’s bane and it shows in the furrow of his brow struggling to puzzle out how he’d managed to make his sister fall; but does not linger upon it long as she lets out a ‘whoop’ as she collides with the ground. His butt wiggles from the force of his tail as it wags furiously behind him. “I wiiiinnnnnn!” He declares as he aims to flop down and drape himself upon her side offering her a grin that will someday be as wicked as it is charming. “Wadda I win?” He asks eagerly because already Roarke is eager to move onto the next greatest thing.