Emil was the kind that could always be trusted. Trusted with unpredictability, that is. She always managed to deliver in that field, coming up with the most random, asinine entertainments. It could be too much sometimes, even for Ace, who shared her fondness for foolishness.
He shut his eyelids hard at the poke and sniffed to contain a sneeze. Then, he knitted his brows, put his hands on his waist, and looked at the shorter fishwoman who was always ready for a challenge. “What game are you playing now?”
Honk. Was that supposed to imply Ace had a big nose? And did he? Ace did not pay much attention to his nose in order to have a nicely formed opinion about it, for better or for worse. Maybe it wasn’t so much a matter of size - maybe Ace just had one of those noses worthy of being honked.
Whatever game it was Emil was playing, two could play it.
“Wait! I guess it’s my turn now” As a counter-attack, Ace opened his index and middle fingers in a ‘v’ and pressed the rough fingertips against Emil’s yellow patch of skin. He would never stop finding the band-aid-shaped spot running across her nose cute. “Gotcha!”