Firefly Glen Swift

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Her threat sounded less like a threat to him, and more like an invitation to an event that he'd hoped he might be able to go to, anyway. So he chuckled softly, nuzzled his nose against her cheek and finally moved aside so that she could get up. “Well then,” He said, and shook out his pelt so that it was fluffy and airy. “I guess that's my cue to get a head start,” He said, dipping toward her to gently knock his head against her shoulder and hopefully set her off balance a bit, before he took off, and ran off along the borders cackling, knowing full well she could catch him with ease if she wanted to- and he didn't intend to be difficult prey. It was nice to find someone who was so willing to play games and exchange affection.

It was also enjoyable spending time with someone who didn't make him question himself- if anything, she challenged him to be more confident than he already was, and to step outside of his comfort zones. But she rewarded him so readily when he did, that he felt himself becoming a little bit more comfortable in his own skin, and was learning the difference between play-flirting and real flirting.