Mieu would attempt to tackle, but it was with little success. He would go stumbling forward, the other boy having moved out of the way. Mieu would pout, righting his paws as he turned to look at the other. It wasn’t funny! That was mean. The game was called tackle, not dodge the tackle! Mieu would flop down, ears lowered, his blue gaze fixed on the other.
“How come you dodged away?” He asked, his voice a bit saddened. While the other enjoyed his prank Mieu felt like a fool. The blue eyed boy would tilt his head to the side, speaking again. “Would you laugh if I did that when you tried to tackle?”