“I can’t believe you’ve never been to a fair, Edward,” you said, jokingly punching the boy in the arm as the two of you approached the booth to get your wristbands. You were going to get the twenty dollar ones so you could ride everything without having to use tickets.
“Ow, couldn’t you have at least punched my other arm?” He said, holding his left arm with a scrunched up face, still feeling the pain from where you punched it. You giggled. He had fought so many bad guys without one complaint about hurting, but you soco him once and he acts like he’s dying from the pain.