a very merry twisted Valentine!

"Yes way, ho-say," he shot back, a proud grin spreading across his features. Her excitement was almost palpable, and he absorbed it, feeling his heart begin to race as Warhead urged him to teach her. With effort, the boy rolled onto his side, loudly and exaggeratedly moaning as he pulled himself to his feet. A wave of vertigo overtook him and he swayed on the spot, his excitement fading into uneasiness for a few moments before returning with vigour. He wasn't sure what that was about but, as soon as the sensation dissipated, he immediately forgot about it.

Looking back to his black-furred friend — her coat's swimming textures and patterns intrigued and distracted him for a few moments — the boy thrust his head in a show of arrogance and stumbled towards a nearby tree. "You see, licking a lamppost is a bit like..." he frowned, trying to think of a suitable situation that would match the challenge that licking a lamppost entailed. "...like licking a tree." Yeah, that worked. With an intense look of concentration, Kid wandered forward, quickly ensuring his friend was watching and learning. He would — and probably only could — do this once. "You just gotta...sorta go like this," he explained, taking a few theatrical steps forward and opening his jaws.

Then, with all the coordination of a novice ice-skater, the boy fell towards the tree and planted his tongue against the rough bark. And it tasted amazing.