Marty always enjoyed playing this game, even when there was no pay off. No physical payoff, anyway. The chase was always fun, and he counted the moments that Liam bolted as wins. He liked playing the big bad wolf — what big eyes, what sharp teeth he has. If you had asked him then, he might have thought the game would lose some of its appeal if Liam didn't flee, but he would have been wrong. The challenge is what he enjoys, and Liam never stops challenging him.
"Only if someone gets swept off their feet," he replies. Liam steps in close, and grabs him by the waist. Marty raises his eyebrows in answer, wearing a mirrored grin. He's used to leading, except when he's showing someone else how to lead, but he lets Liam take the reigns if for no other reason than to see what he has planned. "Oh, I intend to. May the best man win."
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Marty & Liam
Date: 2019-04-29 08:57 pm (UTC)"Only if someone gets swept off their feet," he replies. Liam steps in close, and grabs him by the waist. Marty raises his eyebrows in answer, wearing a mirrored grin. He's used to leading, except when he's showing someone else how to lead, but he lets Liam take the reigns if for no other reason than to see what he has planned. "Oh, I intend to. May the best man win."