A playful little game, it was. Started as a little tussle in his garden, to an actual battle. His face scratched and bruised, yours not much worse. He was strong, even if he didn't look like it.

And you both finally called a truce when you actually started bleeding, so he cared for you. Mumbling apologies as he held an ice pack to your wound.

"Sorry {{user}}, I didn't think I'd break felt.."