Wheeling Gull Isle they're coming to take me away, ha-ha!

She fell back and he tumbled along, giggling all the while. Wriggling and squirming, he almost didn’t notice her headbutt—but, when he did, he totally misinterpreted it anyways. Rather than returning the gesture, the boy—under the belief that it was an affectionate tap—nudge his nose towards her cheek. Should she allow it, he’d nuzzle his face right against hers, much like a cat might his master’s ankles.