Billy pursed his lips incredulously at accusations of fear and boring-ness, though it gave way to sheepishness as the dire consequences he'd expected failed to manifest. He opened his mouth to object as she squirmed away, but before he could manage a protest she was already splashing through the sheets of rain towards the other tree.
With an exasperated (but admittedly amused) smile he took off after her, first at a cautious sprint and then, once he began to catch up with her, slowing to a canter to ensure that their race would be nice and even. He was, after all, a hometown track superstar. He even let out a laugh as he clumsily pantomimed struggling to keep up with her, only to press against the goal tree a couple of steps after her. "I think that was a foul," he objected with a smile, wiping the rain that streamed down his face away from his eyes. "I'm not used to racing in these conditions."