Kyle was full of energy and excitement, the game was suddenly endlessly fun and exciting. He was ready to do flips and jump up and down and sail through the sky again, this was a very good day, indeed. Then not one, but two things caught his attention. First was a jump and a slight wince a hearing his name.
Wide blue eyes shot around the arena until he spotted Jason, the giddy grin suddenly vanishing from his lips, replaced with a wide-eyed guilty expression. He shrank his head down slightly behind one arm, looking rather like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He wasn't supposed to be fighting Ribbon. Really they weren't fighting, it was just a game! It was the stupid announcer who said it was a fight, not either of them! they were having fun, not--
And then the whistle sounded.
Kyle snarled, dropped off the chain entirely in a frantic effort to cover his ears, only his feral mutation kept him from falling flat on his ass. He landed not entirely neatly in a crouch, gritting his teeth, growling deeply and clamping furry, clawed hands over his ears. Not that it did much good. His fur bristled onto end, his sinking closer to the ground as if he could shrink down away from it.
And then Ribbon was leaving, right in the middle of their fun! He pulled one hand from his ear, trying to call for her to stop, to come back, but she was already up the wall and gone. Damn, she was fast. At last the sound stopped and he was able to breath again, to focus. He again turned sheepish blue eyes up to Jason, giving him a timid, toothy grin. Uhoh. He was in trouble, wasn't he..?