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“This is a new level of stupidity even for you, Tyler.”
“Sure, but you stuck around to witness my stupidity so what does that say about you? ” Tyler grinned up at her. Wednesday’s jaw clenched and she huffed harshly through her nose.
Elvis was left behind this afternoon. Dad was attending a meeting hosted at the town hall so there was no need to take him along. It upset Elvis at first, who was used to going almost everywhere with his dad, so Tyler cheered him up by taking him out for a walk and playing tug-o-war with him. Wednesday was with him, she declined his offer to have a turn of her own, preferring to watch.
Or, as of lately, glare cutely and insult his intelligence.
In his defense, he thought it was a funny idea. He wanted to see how Elvis would react to him playing dead. So while his dog was out ahead of them, peeing by a tree that led into the forest behind his house, he told Wednesday what he’d do.
And she reacted just the way he thought she would.
“Continue talking and Elvis will have your real death to react to.”
Tyler stuck his tongue out at her. It was worth it to see her eyes roll and hear her mutter about how she should have had second thoughts before subjecting herself through his immaturity. “Is he coming back yet?”
“Unfortunately.”
He waited until he was sure Elvis was paying attention, falling forward. Already on the ground so it wouldn't be as bad, he got some dirt in his mouth anyway but he couldn’t really spit it out yet.
Elvis sniffed the back of his neck, pressing his nose into Tyler’s skin. It kind of tickled. He obviously decided that a tug on his hair was in order, pulling at Tyler’s curls to fix whatever was wrong with him.
“No, no! Stop that!” Tyler laughed, turning over and getting his hair out of Elvis’ mouth.
Elvis came on top of him to lay, licking his face. Tyler scratched behind his ears.
“You’re such a good boy. Yes, you are.”
Looking past his dog, Wednesday was where she’d been, her arms folded, wearing that same deadpan expression.
“You sicken me.”
“Hey, I’m just giving you some torture. You like that.”
“I have learned there are limits to what I enjoy.”
“Are you sure you’re not secretly wanting to try it too?” He said.
Wednesday looked outraged. “If I ever participate in something so foolish ,” she hissed, “then I wish to be committed immediately.”
With that, she turned on her heel, marching back into the house with a slam of the back door.
Tyler looked at the door, then back to Elvis. “She totally wanted a try.”