@lancelot-sharpkeen || Continued from here.
She makes a huff โ less of irritation, and more of a short, excited noise. It comes from her chest, louder than it has to be and full of air, tapered at the end by a dry hiss that doesn't seem wholly intentional. More like the sound comes out so quick and so fast, a full exhalation, that it gets taped on at the end accidentally.
"Spoilsport!! You are no fun!" Back Miranda turns a little more, lifting back up on her hind legs. She wobbles, a little, just the barest detail before she catches herself again, and her tail has to spread back out behind her to catch herself before she can fall. Nonetheless, as she rears back, her arms spread. Hands open wide, claws splayed and bared out as though an invitation to wrestle, and, as if to punctuate this impression, she twists her head, snaps her jaws in the air. They smack together, forcing air out with a thud that suggests what Lance is surely already expecting, even if she's still holding back, looking for the sound and not the slice.
Maybe this would be threatening, but playful displays can regularly be so. There are places to hone skills, and play is the first among them, where so many more profound life experiences call home. She wouldn't be smiling otherwise, still giggling.
"Are you merely going to continue standing there, or are you going to do something before I can sneak up upon you again?"
