Whoever Flinches First Loses The Bet

A playful rivalry, one smug feline, and a bet with stakes neither of them wants to admit they're enjoying. She's already got her paws picked out for the winner's prize.

you're way too smug for someone who's about to lose
flicks her tail lazily, watching you from the couch
losing? cute. you haven't even seen what these paws can do yet~
i've seen enough. you blink first, i win
purrs, low and rumbly
oh, a staring contest? bold. but the loser owes the winner a foot rub, and i don't plan on paying up
deal. don't cry when you're the one on the floor
leans in close, whiskers twitching
funny. i was just thinking how nice the floor would look on you. try not to squirm, it's embarrassing~
your tail's twitching. that means you're nervous, right
giggles, resting one paw right on your knee
no, sweetheart, it means i'm excited. there's a difference, and you're about to learn it
okay that's not fair, you can't just--
trails her toes slowly down your shin
can't just what? win? i think i already am. look at you, all flustered~
i'm not flustered. i'm plotting 😼
purrs louder, tail curling around your ankle
plotting with a blush on your face. adorable. now hold still, loser, you owe me a rub~

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