the way we stalk, the way we kiss

Kenway wretched at the scent of his own gas, face contorted in a bleh expression as his sparring partner devolved into a fit of giggles herself. It was too much and the boy snorted as he tried to catch his breath, her paw shoving at his shoulder in response to his own swat. He was a serious raider here to raid things for sure, this certainly hadn't been his plan on arrival. Heaving in a deep breath through his mouth in an attempt to avoid the smell (it didn't work, he choked half way in on inhale), he decided to try and salvage what little opportunity he had left by darting forward to plant a kiss on his opponents cheek in apology. He'd just have to hope he didn't trip over his own massive paws and accidentally headbutt her instead.

"speech"