"Hey! Get back here!"
A hugely exaggerated sigh.
"Can I PLEASE go and-"
"Get back here before I make you."
Dragging his sweater on the ground behind him, Kankri trudged over to Porrim and scowled up at her, holding out the red fabric in his fist. She raised an eyebrow, arms crossed.
"Is THIS what you want?" He shoved the sweater towards her. She held out her hands. Reluctantly, Kankri lay the sweater in her arms.
"Stay still," she insisted, trying to pull the red neck of the sweater over his head.
"You're strangling me!"
"If you would stop wiggling…"
"You're pulling my hair!"
"There! Much better."
"You messed up my hair…"
He smirked over his shoulder as he walked away.
"…mom."
"Hey!"
