[Pidge hums in agreement, letting Lance's hair curl around her fingers as she drags them gently along his scalp. At first she was looking at a random spot on the wall across the room, but now she's turned her attention down to watch him. Not that she can really see much - it's mostly his head and part of his face - but she's watching him all the same.]
Well, that probably marks his downfall. Rover will sit on his head and proclaim himself the victor.
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Well, that probably marks his downfall. Rover will sit on his head and proclaim himself the victor.