Sun Mote Copse musical chairs is turning into an adult drinking game.

Penn struggled a bit under Bronco's weight, but ultimately recognized this was not a battle he could win, much as his cousin's retort made him want to smash his face into the firt. He did not admit defeat so easily, and in fact hadn't really admitted it then. He had learned that the battle didn't end in just one altercation--it continued beyond that, maybe days or even years, however long it took for him to come out on top. So, Bronco could sit on him all he wanted. Penn would get him back. Someday.

The Blackthorn rolled his eyes at Fenn's request, but decided to acquiesce, sort of. "Alright, alright. Fennec is the coolest and Penn has a huge dick," he answered, smirking at his own brilliance--a smirk that didn't last long as Bronco began to threaten him with flatulance. Penn rolled his eyes. He'd never been amused by bodily functions and saw it as a cheap means of humor. Still, he didn't really want to be around for this.

"Dude, just get the fuck off me," Penn growled, trying to manuever an elbow up into his cousin's ribs. He twisted his head at the same time, eyes pinning sharply on a paw that was just nearby enough that he could make a grab for it, aiming to dig his teeth without mercy.