Fox's Glade so fresh so clean

Down they went. Sriracha, for his part, had not expected Vihaan to give in so easily, and so he tumbled gracelessly. Ass over teakettle, but he still ended up on top, which was just the way he liked it. Vihaan cried uncle, and Sriracha was quick to clamber off, though only after rubbing his be-snotted face all over Vihaan's neck and chest. Yet in the end he let the guy back up. Sriracha shook himself off, a little spray of dirt and small twigs coming off of him.

Vihaan smiled with his mud-speckled grin. I live a little ways away, he said by way of explanation. If you think it's so ordinary, why are you here? Check and mate.