Firefly Glen keep your head up, keep your heart strong.

You were supposed to stay there, she complained as he shoved her off unceremoniously by wiggling out from under her.  She was in a lazy mood and that meant lounging.  Figment had thrown down the gauntlet with his teasing, though, and she couldn't very well let it go unanswered.  

Fennec sighed and got slowly to her feet.  Meanwhile, she was judging just how far she'd have to go to get a solid hold on him.  Two feet?  Bit more?

She guesstimated and lunged, hoping that the slowness from before would make him think she wasn't about to take him up on it.  Then again, Fig knew her, so there was a prettttty good chance he was wise to her little tricks.  She was aiming to scruff him, but if she missed, she'd go for a glancing shove again.  He'd gotten taller since the last time they'd actually sparred, hadn't he?