"Oh hush!" Vic attempted to scold Pixie, poking her with one hand while fanning his warm face with the other. And then Mason was chiming in! He was being ganged up on! "I will not turn completely brown!" He insisted, sinking down and dropping his face into his hands. A moment of hiding and he dropped one hand, half-heartedly glaring at the both of them. "Just stop being--" and the next thing he knew, Mason was leaning in and licking his face! He could die.
"Stop it!" he scolded, voice a bit higher pitched than he had wanted. And still Mason was poking at him! "I will not withhold 'things' from you--stop talking like that!" He scolded, heaving a deep sigh. Everyone was out to get him. "Yeah, we should defiantly go outside," he murmured, glancing bashfully toward the door. "Be nice, Mason," he scolded softly as he moved half beside, half behind Mason. Maybe if he was behind the big, surly man, he would be less prone to poking fun at him?