Truce
Danger stared across the table at Ace. As the result of yet another dispute, they were currently locked together in an arm wrestling match that would settle things once and for all. Ace had had grown tired of Danger challenging his authority, Danger had gotten fed up with not being taken seriously in general. In short, this was about respect.
"That all you got, rabbit?" Danger asked as he struggled to pin Ace's arm.
"Not even half of it, duck." Ace said as he increased his efforts, tilting Danger's arm the side a bit.
"Good." Danger said. "Then I don't have to hold back anymore!" He added as he pushed back even harder, forcing Ace's arm nearly half way down.
"Pretty good." Ace said. "But not good enough!" He said as he slowly brought his arm back up, steadily regaining his lead.
"Not so fast buster." Danger said, slowly bringing his arm back to the center.
"My name's not Buster." Ace said in a strained voice as he reestablished his lead.
"It is in my book." Danger said in an equally strained voice as he fought back, taking the lead himself.
"Since when do you read?" Ace retorted, bringing his arm back to the center.
"Ever since they printed the article saying I whipped your little bunny butt!" Danger replied, continuing to struggle for dominance. Their arms continued going back and forth, each refusing to yield as they applied progressively more and more pressure. Till finally...
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An undetermined time later, Ace and Danger stepped outside the infirmary, each with one arm wrapped in a cast and secured in a sling. They both paused and sighed.
"Truce?" Ace offered.
"Truce." Danger replied.
End
(A.N) This was just a little something that popped into my head. It is in no way connected to any of my other Loonatics fanfics. Though I suppose if I had to place it somewhere in the continuity, it would at some point before Stay Away From My Danger.