"Oh, please. I am not slow." Blair scowled in return, grabbing his hand and pulling herself up. She wiped whatever dirt had gotten onto her leggings off. "I'll race you." She said suddenly, pointing to the group up ahead. She knew she could win, it was just the right distance. "I bet I'll win."Takes head leaned back from the force of her palm, earning her a scowl. He raised a hand to touch his nose, “I missed you so much” he whispered dramatically, rubbing the slight crook on its bridge. He smirked down at her and let go of her nose to her request. He got off Blair and lended a hand, “Come on slowpoke”