âDonât look at me like that,â Monica whined, ever so dramatic, as she threw her head back, only to collide harshly to the tree trunk, causing a followed his of pain. âThey seemed like very nice boys,â she said, a bit more quiet, though she shook off her embarrassment as Fox finally untied her. With a breath of relief, she shook her arms free, the light in her gaze returning as Fox went on to suggest a kiss. âOh! Sorry,â she said, slowly leaning forward. The second their lips were inches apart, her gaze turned more mischievous. â⌠I never said Iâd buy the pizza for you,â she whispered, before quickly rushing to her feet, laughing as she slowly backed away from him.
âOh, donât they always. They all seem like nice boys at first, but then you trust them a little and next thing you know youâre tied up uncomfortably while theyâre taking advantage of you. Tut tut, you should know better,â Fox teased, smirking at her a bit too smugly and grinning as she leaned forward, only to let out a noise of real offense as she said she wouldnât get him pizza and pulled away from him. âOi! You canât do that!â Jumping up himself, Fox gave her a mischievous look as well. âWell, Monster, I didnât want to have to say this but... this is war. And allâs fair in pizza and war.â Carefully he moved a bit closer to her, clearly with the intention of playfully chasing her if she tried to run.