Food.
That gut-wrenching feeling of hunger had slowly disappeared, as Mina was an impressive distraction. When she was this close, when he could feel her breath on his face, and her simple body warmth. When Mina was this close, nothing more then a few unwanted emotions and memories decided to hang around. Maybe she scared them off? She had certainly scared off the feeling of hunger. In fact, pinned down to the grass, Erebus lost track of time, his train of thoughts wondering elsewhere. How did he get here, anyway? What was he doing again, exactly?
Ha!
They weren't as pretty when her eyes were narrowed--maybe because she squished them out of shape. She scoffed, and his cheeks burned instantly, and yet he kept his gaze steady. She was too chicken to return it though, her small body straightening up, her hands placed on small hips. Not that she had much of a hip, her body was curveless enough to be a guy. Not that Erebus ever noticed that--most of the time, his mind was innocent enough. Throwing rocks at his friend's heads, and informing Mina she didn't have a chest--yes, he was innocent enough.
What are ya up ta Erebus? Ya'r acting strange today.
Erebus pulled himself up into sitting position, his hands pushing him up. His shrugged his shoulders, his gaze dropping for the first time. Had she noticed? Was it obvious that, not for the first time, that he sometimes saw Mina then more as a friend? What would she say then, hey, if he ever dared to admit that to him? Probably yell and abuse him till her throat was raw, then continue to punch him til her own fist was smothered in his blood--that's what she'd do.
Woz that knock ta tha noggin' damagin'?
He didn't get a chance to reply. She held the scruff of his shirt in one hand, the other held behind her head threateningly. She would hit him, there was no doubt in his frail little mind.
Now, tell me wha's goin' on!
Her voice was loud, echoing off a few close trees. At least he hadn't hit them... His eyes strayed, wondering back to the playground. Better they didn't see him like this, aye. Beaten by a girl? Ah, he'd rather wear a dress.
What's going on, aye? Ya gonna rip me fave shirt, that's what.!
One hand reached out quickly, attempting to grasp her free hand, while a moment later, the other reached out to grab her shoulder. His body rolled, trying to land her underneath him, his hands still tightly holding onto whatever he managed to grasp.

He managed to wrestle her to the ground, ignoring the sudden thud that went through his body when she landed. Did he really do that? And to his dear Mina.. A truimphant grin spread across his face. He positioned himself like she had, his legs pressed into the dirt besides her stomach, holding the smallest amount of body weight on her, but enough to keep her down. Firm but gentle--that's what Ma reckoned she was. In his mind, his Ma was too harsh, to mean to Mina, and yelled a tad too loud.
But in Pa thought she was a good mother, so Erebus had to put a smile on his face and nod his head to.
Cautiously, the hand on her shoulder ran up her arm, attempting to push her elbow into the ground again. The other ran down from her fists, in attempt to achieve the same results. He let his weight lean onto her arms instead of her stomach.
Get off me!
A grin spread across his face, and he chuckled.
No,
And then it hit him right between the eyes.
She actually spat at him. Like, with spit from her mouth. On his face. He gagged, leant forward, and rubbed as much as he could on the sleeve of her shirt.
That was feral.
He pulled himself upright, a scowl now lit darkly on his face.
You're gross, Mina.
He pushed her arms into the ground harder, as he lowered his face down to hers, staring her directly in the eye. He gathered as much spit as he could, before trying to shot it out at het her forehead.

She swore. She opened her mouth and god damn swore. No wonder his Ma didn't like her much--at least, not with that mouth. She wasn't meant to swear--she was ten.! Ocassionally, one of the boys would swear, but he would do it with a large grin, and say it like it was the greatest word on earth. But the way Mina said it--or yelled it, to be precised--made it actually seem like swearing.
His jaw dropped slightly, his eyes watching her cautiously, suddenly afraid to make her say it again. She had already said it twice, after all, the last time opening her mouth and full on yelling it.
She squirmed underneath his body, the movement causing him to loosen slightly, but never enough to get herself free. Even scrawny as she was, he was heavier. And hey, perhaps he was stronger to. Not that Pa would care, he reckoned all girls were weak. But then again, he'd never had much to do with Mina. He'd never had to wrestle her to the ground, or have her pound rocks at him all day. But then again, Pa was alot bigger. No wonder Mina hadn't done that--she'd wind up a limp chunk of bruised meat, that'd be for sure. Even Erebus had wound up with a few bruises, for backchatting, or pushing his Pa's temper to fear. That's what it was, aye--not love that ended in respect, but fear. And along the line, admiration. His Pa was so strong, so scary, that all his friends kept out of his hairs.
If only Erebus could do that.
Ah, Mina. Ye don't have to swear like that. I'll let ya go, you'll see,
His weight rocked back onto her stomach, his arms held up in a mock surrender. He gave her a boyish grin, a low chuckle escaping his mouth.

She was only upset because Erebus was on top.
he was the one pinning her to the ground this time, the one that had the ability to spit on her forehead. And that just wouldn't sit withMmina--she had too much of an ego to actually admit defeat. That's why she was swearing, and spitting, and faking some serious injury. Because Mina didn't have much of a good humor, ye see now. If she wasn't bashing ye up, hell, she was pissed. And that's what she was currently. And Erebus? He was feeling pretty guilty. Enough to raise his hands in surrender. She had reacted quickly, swiping away the glistening pool of salvia off her forehead, before throwing a random punch at his cheek. Which love, she missed by miles. And though he hated to admit it, Erebus was starting to worry then. Mina? Miss a punch? She she so annoyed at him that she couldn't even see straight? Hell, it might be best to start running now, eh. But then, she'd probably only follow him until she had him cornered. Ye can ran, gingerbread man, but you sure as hell can't hide. Weakly, Mina thrusted her hips, trying to dislodge Erebus's central body weight, just enough so she could escape. But love, key word there being weakly. He wasn't going no where under her command.
Woz goin' on with ya?
I'll say it again, she was angry.
Yar've changed,
Emerald eyes were opened slightly, jaw dropping into a small 'o'. he hadn't changed.! Just because she was on the ground... It's not that he'd become extra strong or anything over night. He'd hardly changed at all really since he'd met her--except, 'course, gained a bit more respect off the other children, and got in the bad books of the folk. But no way, love was that effecting him. He hadn't changed. Not even an itsy bitsy bit.
Have not! Your just upset 'cause I've got ye on the ground.
Her eyes closed for some odd reason. For a moment, darling Erebus remained quiet, waiting for her to turn and bite his head off again. But she didn't. She just kept her eyes closed, like she was sleeping.
Mina
There was a small pause, waiting for a reaction.
Are ye right, mina?

[bahha. wrote then in first person right, and had to go back and change it. sorry about the wait Pudds,]