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“HAAANK, CLOWN IS BORED! PLAY WITH ME!” The clown was clinging to Hank’s back like a koala.
Hank rolled his eyes. “Alright, fine, just get off me!“
Tricky let go, allowing himself to flop back onto the dirt. Hank unsheathed his sword, preparing for a fight, but Tricky just…sat there with a silly little grin.
“Oh, you want to play an actual game?” Hank asked.
Tricky nodded eagerly. Hank looked at his sword again, then tossed it. “Go get it!”
Tricky sped off on all fours, laughing the whole time. He picked up the sword with his mouth by the handle, and brought it back. “AGAIN!”
Hank picked up the sword again. “Oh, gross, you slobbered all over it!”
“ARE YOU GONNA THROW IT OR NOT?”
Hank threw the sword, Tricky brought it back. The cycle continued until the clown had tired himself out an hour and a half later.
Hank placed the sword back in its sheath. “Calling it quits for now?”
Tricky nodded and made grabby hands at Hank, who slung the clown over his back. “Let’s get you some rest, you big baby.”
“M’not a baby…” Tricky grumbled, although he immediately started purring afterwards.
“Sure you’re not.” Hank chuckled, patting Tricky on the back.
“My place is closer, that okay?” Tricky’s tail wagged, smacking Hank in the face. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
A short trek later, and Tricky was plopped into Hank’s bed.
“I’ll come back to check on you. Let me know if you need anything.” He started to walk away when he felt Tricky grab his tail.
“Stay with me.”
Hank turned around and crawled into bed, holding onto Tricky’s soft, pudgy frame like a stuffed animal. They were both purring now, the soft vibrations lulling them to sleep.