Grave
He stared at her with pure astonishment. Only then did he shake himself off, crossing his arms in a pout of his own. "Hmph. Don't just grapple someone just because you feel like it, fool."
"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH??"
The elf's ears perked like a startled pup's, but soon his eyes trailed to his sword with a cold glare. "Weren't you told to keep quiet?"
The sword was giggling, chortling, and most definitely smugly cackling at the whole situation. This time, it wasn't even trying to hide it. Not that it was any good at that in the first place.
"Oh, I'm SORRY! It's just that, oh man, it sounded like you were struggling so much. Are you saying you couldn't even handle a measly hold like that? AWWWWW~!"
The moment these words wwre even uttered, his hands pressed straight on the table, and his face conjured up an adorable look of protest.
"I did not say that."
"Yep you did."
"I did not say that."
"Yep you did."
"I did not say that."
"Yep you did."
"I did not say that."
"Yep you did."
"I did not say that."
"Yep you did."
"I did not say that."
"Yep you did."
"I did not say that."
"Totes did, hey cutie..."
Just as it was about to look like it'd end, both the sword and the boy turned to the girl.
"I definitely didn't say that, right?"
"He ab~so~lutely said that, amirite or am-I-right?"