play nice

Ghoul looked the girl once over, trying to determine if what she said was true. He could believe that she lived here, sure, but owned the place? That was a stretch. So much of a stretch that his lips curled up more as he leaned down into a play bow. With his tail wagging over his haunches, he tilted his head to the side and stared at her with his ruby eyes. "If you're so confident you own the place, fight me," the pale boy taunts as he reaches a paw to smack the dirt in front of him. A plume of dust rises between them as he wiggles his butt in preparation. He was larger and burlier than the girl, an easy challenge in his mind. "If I beat you, then I'll own the place," his raspy and ever-deepening voice says as he awaits her answer.

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