They had spent a lot of their childhood wrestling. It almost always ended the same. As smaller children she would pin him to the ground, smirk widely, and mutter a snarky remark about how much stronger than him she was. "Beat by a girl!"
As students at the academy that never changed. It seemed like every time they sparred without weapons he ended up beneath her, gasping for air when she slammed him to the ground roughly. That same smirk. That same remark. "Do you like the taste of defeat?"
Then there was this. This was far different. This wasn't sparring. This wasn't playing. This was something in an entirely different category. Pipit had started the advance, admittedly. It started with a touch to her side.
A tickle, if you will. It was rewarded with Karane swatting his hand with her own. So Pipit did it again. That meant war. An all out battle ensued, a tickle fight that could be legendary. Then they were pinned to the floor, laughing uncontrollably, and rolling around in an battle.
When the dust settled Pipit was laying on top of her, on her dorm floor. Their bodies were pressed together—but they hadn't noticed it yet. They had been having too much fun to make it awkward.
A brilliant grin came over his freckled face. "This time I win."