Barrow Fields i would ask, almost insist, on treating you kind and fair

your title omg do ya thang do ya damn thang!!! this is how i imagine tachy giggling

Tachyon sheered off, aptly declining her offer of sharp, wanting teeth, and on doing so suffered the loss of balance. She watched on as he did some sort of aerobatic maneuver -- also known as rolling like a baked potato through the grass until he plonked on the ground as a pile of mashed potatoes. 

Of course, Lusca perceived this as a flawless victory and stotted about on tip-toes, tongue lolling while she circled him. Her legs carried her to his fore, and tilting her eyes down at him, the girl very deftly extended a paw -- booping him straight on the nose. "No tag backs." She crooned, swaggering away with hips a-swayin and lips a-cacklin.