Bearclaw Valley If Satan had a hockey team then I'd be the goalie

My, what an interesting sensation! Lucas' tiny paw delved a little further into the moist confines of Laurel's nose, but then a whirlwind of snot, air and all manner of microbes hit him square in the face. He uttered a surprised peep as he drew all four of his legs close to his body and his tail stirred submissively across the floor. Oh my, his wide navy blues seemed to say, that was very not sexy! He fur was damp from sneeze debris, but even so, his tail wagged harder.

Because it was gross but it was also cool and funny. He couldn't help but to giggle his babyish giggle as he blinked up at his mother's blurry face, which was out of reach now.