Mr. Big Stuff

The pair went over in a tangle of limbs in the sand, with Angelus' big stupid face grinning up at her so... so... infuriatingly smugly. Without thinking, Vana reached out one forepaw to scoop up a big heaping helping of that gooey rotting kelp... and sent it flying at Angelus' face.

Any sense of 'it serves him right if it gets in his mouth' and 'take that you big idiot' was suddenly swamped in the horror of the fact that it was all over her paw. EVEN BETWEEN HER TOES.

With a horrified squeal she backpedaled off her larger littermate, literally throwing herself backwards to scrub her paw frantically on the sand. Oh that was so gross. "I did not, you... you... jerk!" she spat out at him with a distinct pout to her muzzle. "I have been much too busy to even notice you were gone." She sniffed, giving her paw a shake. Eww, was it still on there?