Aiko wrapped her arms around his neck. She smirked at his frown. Sometimes, she just enjoyed riling him up. It was pretty obvious that the Saiyan warrior would influence Sage in all the wrong reasons. Both parents didn't want Sage to be a bloodthirsty monster. A smart fighter, perhaps, but not like Tarrok was many years ago.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"It was a joke, grumpy face."</span>Her lips nipped at his, nose rubbing against his.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"I need you."</span><br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>There was a sigh from the boy. He closed his book, scooting off the bed. Next thing Sage knew, his entire weight was on her. He was bigger and a lot heavier.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"Oh. I fell. Look at that."</span><br/><br/>He made sure to really put the weight on her. Daikon pinned her arms down with his butt and feet. She was strong, sure, but he was certainly stronger when he felt like it. Right now, he sort of felt like it. The brat hit him with a tree after all.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"I think your ear needs some spit,"</span>he said, matter-of-factly.<br/><br/>Finger in mouth and covered in slobber, it found its way into her more human-like ear. He wiggled it around good just for good measure, a smirk on his face. His tail thunked against her bed.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"Oops!"</span>