Tag you are it and you have cooties (open)

Squealing in delight as she ran away from the boy who was decidedly "it", she slid behind one of the adults standing around the lake. When the boy chasing them all had stopped to look around, they made eye contact, he came running at full speed.

She was a long-legged girl and was able to sprint off. Giggling with glee, she saw that the person had settled on someone closer and easier to catch.

"Tag your it!" She heard the boy say before running off.


Dyseus was not a fan of these sorts of games and was sitting nearby watching the others engage in a "harmless" game of tag. He didn't much like running or engaging in games where he had the potential to be hurt, or worse.

His ears weren't sure they could take much more of this. What was with girls and screaming when they were chased? Annoying. Well what did he expect. Girls were obviously silly and had cooties. He wouldn't be caught dead touching one, even to play tag.

Raising an eyebrow to see some of the adults watching in amusement. What? They weren't annoyed?

Were they? They weren't... playing tag...too? He was simply aghast, not knowing what to do but watch in stupefaction.