Fox's Glade so fresh so clean

Ever the bigger man, Sriracha totally didn't blow a raspberry right back. He didn't dislike Vihaan, so to say, but he could already see that theirs would-could- be a friendship based on rivalry. Sriracha was into that, he could roll with a good old frenemy in his life.

Nothing illegal about me, slick, he said testily. If he was a little frustrated by the mutilation of his native tongue, then he was pretty dang pissed about getting sneezed on. In the face, no less! Rather than do battle with words, Sriracha leapt at Vihaan, aiming to knock him over and pin him down. The violence wasn't one of teeth and claws, Sriracha really just wanted to wrestle the guy to the floor and rub the snot off on Vihaan. Uncle, you little bitch! he growled, but in a platonic sort of way. Sriracha was one of the middle children in a big family. He knew how to solve issues such as this one. Meanwhile, Vihaan's question was left to the wayside.