LOCKE
She wins, on a technicality, but really, he's the winner here. They roll and twist in the sand before he's finally got her pinned down. It's simply that he's bigger is all. He hovers over her, leaning close but not quite touching noses. "Looks live I've won. I'm the king of Torchline now, sorry Kitten." He snaps his teeth at her, just a breath from her nose before leaning down to kiss it. He lingers a moment longer before rolling off of her into the sand.
"Can race me back. Maybe if you win, you can have your title back."
"Can race me back. Maybe if you win, you can have your title back."
I'ma do the things that I wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
