double dog dare you

Davey snaps in the air around Mags's face, wagging his tail right back. Though the air was heavy and smelled like something musty, crusty, and old, it's also filled with the misplaced mirth of children. The two of them are a bit horrible together, true, but Davey is reveling in it. Letting the energy take him over, fill him with an excitement that can't be matched. Electricity coursing through the boy, and a smile he can't wipe off his smug mug coloring the rest of his face.

The spire tasted... weird. Like copper or iron, rust that coats the inside of his mouth. He makes a show of drooling a bit extra, then spitting on the dusty ground below. Before he can fully recover from the horrors, Davey's gaze is brought back around. Mags already hoisting a rock, and he watched as it sailed solidly into the abyss within one of the weird face-mouth-hole things. "Who'da thought, you'd be a good shot." He teased, grin never faltering.

With another dare laid on the table-- ah fuck his next one would need to be good. Never one to half-ass things, Davey walks boldly up to one of the spires, leaning in for a cartoonishly exaggerated smooch. The face was horrifying, sure, but he'd probably seen worse. Anything for The Bit™, he's committing for it.

Taking a bow for his performance, Davey revels in imagined flowers for just a moment. Scratching and scuffing at the ground beneath his feet for a moment, his attention turns back to Mags. "I dare you to find where these fuckers start, like their roots or something!" Yeah, goading her into helping him explore. Get Tom Sawyered, nerd.

"Davey"