Angelus came bounding towards the gathering. He was trying his hardest to imitate a deer. Tail up, legs out, he bounced and wove around trees and bushes and whatever else got in his way, pausing every once in a while to leap over things. This method of traveling was tiring. He didn't know how deer did it. It did feel good in the sense that you couldn't really run this way and feel grumpy. The springy movements demanded cheer.
Th tiny rump of his littlest brother came into view and Angel found himself unable to pass up the opportunity. Abandoning the bouncing jog, he adopted a more casual pace as he moved to creep to beside the smaller boy. Angelus pursed his lips and thought of tasty things to work up a mouthful of saliva...and then he attempted to run his tongue from the base of Ash's skull to just right above his eyes. "Hellooo, Ashy!"
