Her laughter was contagious and he found a rumbling laugh rolling from his throat as they playfully struggled with one another. His tail thumped against the ground and he continued to try and get her off of him as Cersei told him about her plan for breakfast. No. I haven’t had the time to get hungry yet, He barked happily. However, the sound of facing some of those seagulls and stealing eggs sounded exciting, and with the thought of food brought to his mind, he could feel his empty stomach. Sin grinned and pushed a paw into her chest, still trying to free himself as he said, “But eggs sounds tasty!” He had never actually thought that eggs were edible, but with Cersei claiming they were, he knew they had to be delicious.
In fact, he could almost hear the audible crunch of the shell and he imagined the delicious golden surprise on his tongue. Oh yeah. That oozy goo must be mouthwatering! He wanted to try some right then! But Cersei didn’t budge. Awww, come on. Sinclair’s ears perked forwards in surprise as she gently tapped his black nose with her paw. He bared his teeth in fake displeasure at her taunt. “Or you could just let me up,” he said in a voice that had an enticing purr to it. He was hoping to take her off guard by the difference in tone, but Cersei never missed a beat. His eyes narrowed deviously, and a surprising thought crossed his head to lick her muzzle that was so easily within reach, knowing that she might recoild longer enough from him to roll to his stomach and get up. Apparently some of his father (Spike) was in him.
However, even Sinclair was startled by the thought and instead, he let a joyful puppy growl out of his lips at her remark. He searched his mind for a way out of this predicament, thinking that Tesseract surely had taught him something that he was forgetting! Oh! Perhaps that move would work. Sinclair stretched his paws out to either side of Cersei’s neck and his rolled himself to the side, hoping to trap Cersei into rolling off them so that they were side by side instead. Should it work, he wouldn’t pin her, but he would roll to his stomach and wrap a paw around her neck so she couldn’t so easily get away and nip gently at her muzzle and ears, in the attempt to more so tickle her than win. |