Wanna play?

The male turned around and asked him what he was going to do about it, which made the boy jump up and down, spitting like an angered cat. "Imma beat you up!" he called. Leo reached out to bop him on the head, and the boy took it as a challenge. Jumping up he tried to lock his jaws around the white paw. Letting out many little growls, he bounced on his hind legs to try and keep himself upright. But, that was no good. He toppled over, rolling head over heel and through Leo's legs. Looking up he saw a belly, and he grinned. "Beat you up, you big fatty!" Caesar hollered before trying to sink his fangs into the tender belly of his uncle. Unknowingly of course. He was a little spit fire, that was for sure. There was no doubt that he was a handful for his parents, but at least he thought he was cool.

Caesar let go of Leo's belly -- if in fact he had been able to bite -- and looked a little towards his left. He was young, but he knew that those parts were a little erm... sensitive. Ooooh boy, he was going to get killed after this. Not that he gave a crap. So Caesar lowered his head, and then snapped it upwards with the intentions of hitting his ah... dingleberries. And then knowing that he was gunna get it if he hit, Caesar took off like a bullet.