Otter Creek yard sale

wrapping this because it oooooooooold, feel free to conclude according to the spar's ending

He didn't even allow the other male to introduce himself, once the words had left his lips and the wheels in his brain had stopped turning, the platinum covered boy lunged for the other male, a smile always on his face.

Soon both greyscale males began a dance of wits and moves. Finn took advantage of the opportunity to show off some of his mad skills (in his mind) and wow the other male with his sick moves. They lunged, feigned and nipped at each other, both of them proving to be worthy rivals and light-footed sprinters.

After a while, however, the silver rocket of a boy grew tired. After they both attemtp to push each other off their feet, Finn shoots a weak nip to the male's neck, only to burst into laughter after his shot is missed.

Not bad.. he barked with a crooked smile hanging from his lips. Their quick scruffle had sent adrenaline pumping through his veins, something a thrill-junkie like Finn appreciated greatly.