Otter Creek just a reflex

The boy was an absolute gremlin. Grinning a wild, sharp, toothy smile as his tongue just lolled around, flapping in the wind with every shift in his body. Anyone else would have bitten him half to death by now and yet here they were, actually somewhat enjoying themselves (well he was). It's been so damn long since he had anything like this before. Whatever this was. It wasn't quite something like a mom or a friend... he didn't linger on it for much longer, it didn't really matter anyway to him. 

Awkwardly they both laid there now, him just completely dropped over her with legs sprawled out with his belly exposed to the sky. Lane, Lady Lane. He mimicked, this was a name he would remember even if it was just to bug her even more by adding the honorific.

Lane cried out about his weight, and for a moment he was insulted. Insulted to be called fat instead of heavy with muscle and manly fibers, because obviously, that is why he was heavy. It's muscle! He correctly quickly while sliding off of the woman and wiggling himself up to a stand. Well... he still had puppy fat on him so she wasn't completely wrong in the accusation. You're just weak! Better hope I don't need to wipe my ass tomorrow, dunno how you could stop me. He teased with a questioning look, rising of brows as his silver and red eyes mockingly searched the skies for an answer.