The brightness in Finn's voice was enough to make Jake feel like he'd already won. Still, paws curling at the sand in anticipation, he was determined to give Finn a run for his money. Or maybe... Should he let him win? Was that demeaning, even if the guy really needed one? Finn was pretty fast, maybe he shouldn't overthink it--
Jermaine collides headlong with his middle, cutting that line of inquiry in half.
"Oof--HEY!" Jake cries, stretching haphazardly between the gaps in Jermaine's tight grip, wriggling like a beached fish. The two dogs rolled head over heels, sand ground into their coats as they both howled with laughter. "Lemme go, asshole!"
Jermaine won the pin, grinding Jake's face in the sand. Jake stretched his mouth to the side of his head, sprouting two hands to cup either side of it. "Collusion! Ref!"
"Here's your yellowcard, ya crybaby." Jermaine snorted, reveling in his triumph one moment longer before looking up towards their 'finish line,' expecting to see Finn's own celebration. Instead, his blood runs cold.
Jermaine looses his grip on Jake, jumping to his feet. Confused, Jake finally lifted his face from the sand, feeling his own heart grip in a vice as it had done who knows how many times before.
The sand golem was larger than life, rising up out of the shallow surf to a height of several stories at least. Its impossibly heavy, dripping fist was raised above his head, poised to land directly where Finn stood at the water's edge.
Both older brothers shouted with one voice, a perfect blend of panic, warning, and encouragement: "Finn!"
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Jermaine collides headlong with his middle, cutting that line of inquiry in half.
"Oof--HEY!" Jake cries, stretching haphazardly between the gaps in Jermaine's tight grip, wriggling like a beached fish. The two dogs rolled head over heels, sand ground into their coats as they both howled with laughter. "Lemme go, asshole!"
Jermaine won the pin, grinding Jake's face in the sand. Jake stretched his mouth to the side of his head, sprouting two hands to cup either side of it. "Collusion! Ref!"
"Here's your yellowcard, ya crybaby." Jermaine snorted, reveling in his triumph one moment longer before looking up towards their 'finish line,' expecting to see Finn's own celebration. Instead, his blood runs cold.
Jermaine looses his grip on Jake, jumping to his feet. Confused, Jake finally lifted his face from the sand, feeling his own heart grip in a vice as it had done who knows how many times before.
The sand golem was larger than life, rising up out of the shallow surf to a height of several stories at least. Its impossibly heavy, dripping fist was raised above his head, poised to land directly where Finn stood at the water's edge.
Both older brothers shouted with one voice, a perfect blend of panic, warning, and encouragement: "Finn!"