lillac: -hesitant to go first-
Toby: *to late, he already swung, missing on purpose to give you a chance*
you:
take a swing
let him go again
Lillac: -swing-
Toby: so slow! *he swings at you and dislocates your shoulder*
lillac: -ow ow ow- -as you pull it away she puts her axe between her teeth and grabs yours trying to pull it away- ;w;
Toby: *pulls it away without an issue, mostly due to how fast he can move*
Toby: *pops a few cookies and brownies in his mouth and is bouncing all over that place*
call it quits
wait
lillac: ;_; -swinging as fast as she can-
Toby: *h just flawlessly dodges, and evertually knocks the hatchet out of your hands*
Toby: i win!
lillac: -i hurt like crap ;w;- . . :>
Toby: eh drink this white shit, it tastes like cat piss but it works!
