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Excusez-moi!

Jean's head reared back in offense. He'd have you know that his mother thinks that he's the most handsome boy to ever see the light of day! His raspy growl sounded a moment before he lunged right for her impish face, but she was too used to his rebuttals, smugly easing out of his reach.

With a toss of sand underfoot and a challenge over her shoulder, Sobeille was sprinting away! Yipping, Jean gave chase. I gon' catch you! Den I make you boo-hoo!

Though he had no hope of keeping up on a paved road, let alone in sand, he charged after her with leonine determination. But she could've run with the ungainliness of a newborn giraffe and he still wouldn't be able to catch her. Still, he tried his best; even attempting to run at her diagonally in an effort to close the distance.