"I was merely assertively stating my point!" She took her shoe off and tossed it at him in a half hearted, playful way.

He ducked, rolling onto his side to dodge it. "'merely assertively,' your vocabulary teacher would be so proud." He grinned, then scampered off to grab the shoe and threw it back at her.

"EeEEeEe-" She rolled out of the way and grabbed her shoe, scrambling up. "She would be, yes. She would be even more proud if I HIT YOU." She took a few running steps up to him and gently conked him on the head with it, hopping away at the speed of light.

He scrambled backwards as she ran at him, he dramatically yelped. Or whatever you'd call a sound that went "AUGHEGHE." He rolled over completely in the direction she'd lightly bumped his head in and went limp while sprawled out on the ground. Shutting his eyes for dramatic effect.

She raised her arms above her head, shoe in hand. She turned in a circle. "Victory!" She walked over to where he lay dramatically spread eagled on the ground, sitting down beside him with her legs crossed. She poked him with her shoe, waiting for him to get up.

He was veeery still in his death, not even peaking an eye when she sad down beside him. Dutch came over and sniffed him, and licked his face. "Augh- ew- Dutch stop that-" he rolled over, one of his legs flopped onto Mercy trying to wipe off his face even though Dutch kept licking him.

Mercy blinked at his leg for a moment, then looked back at him. "What am I, a foot rest?" She flopped his leg off of her and enjoyed the show Dutch and Luke were putting on for her.

He looked down at her what little he could through wrestling the edog, he hadn't realized his leg was on her. "Ack- sorry-" He scooted backwards, blocking Dutch with one arm. "Augh- Dutch-" He half-heartedly sat up. "Dutch go get Mercy," He pointed at her, to which he immediately bounced off of Luke's chest and onto her.

"Hey- wait- Lets not be hasty now-" Dutch barreled into her and she laughed, blocking her face. "Luke- You- are- SO- Done!" She choked out, doing her best to avoid dog breath and eventually wiggling away and up to her knees. She crawled away as fast as humanly possible and stumbled to her feet, holding her arms out to Dutch and giving him some attention. "I survived! Yeah, good boy Dutch." She gave him an extra pat and glared at Luke. "You have to be ticklish somewhere, and I am going to find out where if it's the last thing I do." She teased.

He giggled, half panting, while she was being chased. He sat up, then rolled onto his hands and knees and stood up. "No you wwwwon't. Because III am ticklish nowhere." Last I checked..god I hope I'm not. He backed up a little, giving her the stink-eye. "I'll use the fire-poker on you if you try."