Will you fold or stackem high?

"Chance! Hello!" *He responds, absolutely beaming*

"Whatcha up to?"

"Meh, nothing much. Did you need something?" *Since he was free, he was happy to help his friend if he needed it*

"I don't know what to do. Any ideas?"

"Not really. Sorry, ell."

"Oh, come on! Did you even try?" *He accentuates his point with an accusatory poke to his side*

"Oi!- and yes, I did." *he huffs*

*He poked him again*

*he jolts, glaring lightheartedly at the teasing tone*

"But if neither of us have any ideas, how are we going to entertain ourselves?" *A rhetorical question. It was just an excuse to keep this act up. An excuse which he used wisely as he pokes Chance again. But not just one. He kept poking and poking up and down his side*

*he huffs, soft titters slipping through*

*Instead of poking, he started scribbling against his sides. He travelled up to his ribs and settled there*

"Ehehelliot!- thihis dohohoes nohot cohount!-"

*Now with less space to move, he had to change techniques. Now he drilled his fingers into the spaces between his ribs*

"SHUHUHUSH-"

*he tried to clamp his arms down to attempt to trap elliots hands into stilling*

"That's not what you say to someone helping you." *As a 'punishment' he moved to Chance's tummy, scribbling there instead. A place that was more difficult to block*

"FUHUHUCK- EHEHEHELLIOT!!-"

*He continues the tickling on Chance's stomach for a bit longer, but another idea comes to mind. Since he was face to face to the back of his neck, he took advantage and blew a raspberry*

*he squealed, squirming*

"You alive?"

*he murmured dramatically, stray giggles slipping out while he collected himself*

"Nuh uhh!"

"Hehey! Yuh huh."

"Noooo.."

*In an attempt to stop him, he grabs one of his arms. With it out of the way, he squeezed one of his sides in return*

*he squeaked, trying to pull his arm free* "Heeeeeyyyy.." *he mock whines*

"You asked for it."

*He grabs onto Chance's arms, trying to push them away*

*he smirked, not moving*

*His pulling stopped, becoming a tight grip instead*

*scribbles up and down his sides*

"Behe quihiehet!" *The noises coming from Chance just flustered him even more. Since there was no point in keeping quiet (noises would escape anyway), he could complain about it*

*shifts to kneading his stomach*

"YOHOHU'RE NOHOT FUHUNNY!" *He somehow manages to say*

*he giggles*

"SHUHUT UHUP!"

"Sighhhh..."

*He knew he did start this fight, so this was fair. But he didn't have to be happy about it. He took a step back just for good measure*

"You're welcome, Chance."

"Thanks...."

"Chance! Hello!" *He responds, absolutely beaming*

"Whatcha up to?"

"Meh, nothing much. Did you need something?" *Since he was free, he was happy to help his friend if he needed it*

"I don't know what to do. Any ideas?"

"Not really. Sorry, ell."

"Oh, come on! Did you even try?" *He accentuates his point with an accusatory poke to his side*

"Oi!- and yes, I did." *he huffs*

*He poked him again*

*he jolts, glaring lightheartedly at the teasing tone*

"But if neither of us have any ideas, how are we going to entertain ourselves?" *A rhetorical question. It was just an excuse to keep this act up. An excuse which he used wisely as he pokes Chance again. But not just one. He kept poking and poking up and down his side*

*he huffs, soft titters slipping through*

*Instead of poking, he started scribbling against his sides. He travelled up to his ribs and settled there*

"Ehehelliot!- thihis dohohoes nohot cohount!-"

*Now with less space to move, he had to change techniques. Now he drilled his fingers into the spaces between his ribs*

"SHUHUHUSH-"

*he tried to clamp his arms down to attempt to trap elliots hands into stilling*

"That's not what you say to someone helping you." *As a 'punishment' he moved to Chance's tummy, scribbling there instead. A place that was more difficult to block*

"FUHUHUCK- EHEHEHELLIOT!!-"

*He continues the tickling on Chance's stomach for a bit longer, but another idea comes to mind. Since he was face to face to the back of his neck, he took advantage and blew a raspberry*

*he squealed, squirming*

"You alive?"

*he murmured dramatically, stray giggles slipping out while he collected himself*

"Nuh uhh!"

"Hehey! Yuh huh."

"Noooo.."

*In an attempt to stop him, he grabs one of his arms. With it out of the way, he squeezed one of his sides in return*

*he squeaked, trying to pull his arm free* "Heeeeeyyyy.." *he mock whines*

"You asked for it."

*He grabs onto Chance's arms, trying to push them away*

*he smirked, not moving*

*His pulling stopped, becoming a tight grip instead*

*scribbles up and down his sides*

"Behe quihiehet!" *The noises coming from Chance just flustered him even more. Since there was no point in keeping quiet (noises would escape anyway), he could complain about it*

*shifts to kneading his stomach*

"YOHOHU'RE NOHOT FUHUNNY!" *He somehow manages to say*

*he giggles*

"SHUHUT UHUP!"

"Sighhhh..."

*He knew he did start this fight, so this was fair. But he didn't have to be happy about it. He took a step back just for good measure*

"Chance! Hello!" *He responds, absolutely beaming*

"Whatcha up to?"

"Meh, nothing much. Did you need something?" *Since he was free, he was happy to help his friend if he needed it*

"I don't know what to do. Any ideas?"

"Not really. Sorry, ell."

"Oh, come on! Did you even try?" *He accentuates his point with an accusatory poke to his side*

"Oi!- and yes, I did." *he huffs*

*He poked him again*

*he jolts, glaring lightheartedly at the teasing tone*

"But if neither of us have any ideas, how are we going to entertain ourselves?" *A rhetorical question. It was just an excuse to keep this act up. An excuse which he used wisely as he pokes Chance again. But not just one. He kept poking and poking up and down his side*

*he huffs, soft titters slipping through*

*Instead of poking, he started scribbling against his sides. He travelled up to his ribs and settled there*

"Ehehelliot!- thihis dohohoes nohot cohount!-"

*Now with less space to move, he had to change techniques. Now he drilled his fingers into the spaces between his ribs*

"SHUHUHUSH-"

*he tried to clamp his arms down to attempt to trap elliots hands into stilling*

"That's not what you say to someone helping you." *As a 'punishment' he moved to Chance's tummy, scribbling there instead. A place that was more difficult to block*

"FUHUHUCK- EHEHEHELLIOT!!-"

*He continues the tickling on Chance's stomach for a bit longer, but another idea comes to mind. Since he was face to face to the back of his neck, he took advantage and blew a raspberry*

*he squealed, squirming*

"You alive?"

*he murmured dramatically, stray giggles slipping out while he collected himself*

"Nuh uhh!"

"Hehey! Yuh huh."

"Noooo.."

*In an attempt to stop him, he grabs one of his arms. With it out of the way, he squeezed one of his sides in return*

*he squeaked, trying to pull his arm free* "Heeeeeyyyy.." *he mock whines*

"You asked for it."

*He grabs onto Chance's arms, trying to push them away*

*he smirked, not moving*

*His pulling stopped, becoming a tight grip instead*

*scribbles up and down his sides*

"Behe quihiehet!" *The noises coming from Chance just flustered him even more. Since there was no point in keeping quiet (noises would escape anyway), he could complain about it*

*shifts to kneading his stomach*

"YOHOHU'RE NOHOT FUHUNNY!" *He somehow manages to say*

*he giggles*

"SHUHUT UHUP!"

"Sighhhh..."

*He knew he did start this fight, so this was fair. But he didn't have to be happy about it. He took a step back just for good measure*

"Chance! Hello!" *He responds, absolutely beaming*

"Whatcha up to?"

"Meh, nothing much. Did you need something?" *Since he was free, he was happy to help his friend if he needed it*

"I don't know what to do. Any ideas?"

"Not really. Sorry, ell."

"Oh, come on! Did you even try?" *He accentuates his point with an accusatory poke to his side*

"Oi!- and yes, I did." *he huffs*

*He poked him again*

*he jolts, glaring lightheartedly at the teasing tone*

"But if neither of us have any ideas, how are we going to entertain ourselves?" *A rhetorical question. It was just an excuse to keep this act up. An excuse which he used wisely as he pokes Chance again. But not just one. He kept poking and poking up and down his side*

*he huffs, soft titters slipping through*

*Instead of poking, he started scribbling against his sides. He travelled up to his ribs and settled there*

"Ehehelliot!- thihis dohohoes nohot cohount!-"

*Now with less space to move, he had to change techniques. Now he drilled his fingers into the spaces between his ribs*

"SHUHUHUSH-"

*he tried to clamp his arms down to attempt to trap elliots hands into stilling*

"That's not what you say to someone helping you." *As a 'punishment' he moved to Chance's tummy, scribbling there instead. A place that was more difficult to block*

"FUHUHUCK- EHEHEHELLIOT!!-"

*He continues the tickling on Chance's stomach for a bit longer, but another idea comes to mind. Since he was face to face to the back of his neck, he took advantage and blew a raspberry*

*he squealed, squirming*

"You alive?"

*he murmured dramatically, stray giggles slipping out while he collected himself*

"Nuh uhh!"

"Hehey! Yuh huh."

"Noooo.."

*In an attempt to stop him, he grabs one of his arms. With it out of the way, he squeezed one of his sides in return*

*he squeaked, trying to pull his arm free* "Heeeeeyyyy.." *he mock whines*

"You asked for it."

*He grabs onto Chance's arms, trying to push them away*

*he smirked, not moving*

*His pulling stopped, becoming a tight grip instead*

*scribbles up and down his sides*

"Behe quihiehet!" *The noises coming from Chance just flustered him even more. Since there was no point in keeping quiet (noises would escape anyway), he could complain about it*

*shifts to kneading his stomach*

"YOHOHU'RE NOHOT FUHUNNY!" *He somehow manages to say*

*he giggles*

"SHUHUT UHUP!"

"Sighhhh..."

"Chance! Hello!" *He responds, absolutely beaming*

"Whatcha up to?"

"Meh, nothing much. Did you need something?" *Since he was free, he was happy to help his friend if he needed it*

"I don't know what to do. Any ideas?"

"Not really. Sorry, ell."

"Oh, come on! Did you even try?" *He accentuates his point with an accusatory poke to his side*

"Oi!- and yes, I did." *he huffs*

*He poked him again*

*he jolts, glaring lightheartedly at the teasing tone*

"But if neither of us have any ideas, how are we going to entertain ourselves?" *A rhetorical question. It was just an excuse to keep this act up. An excuse which he used wisely as he pokes Chance again. But not just one. He kept poking and poking up and down his side*

*he huffs, soft titters slipping through*

*Instead of poking, he started scribbling against his sides. He travelled up to his ribs and settled there*

"Ehehelliot!- thihis dohohoes nohot cohount!-"

*Now with less space to move, he had to change techniques. Now he drilled his fingers into the spaces between his ribs*

"SHUHUHUSH-"

*he tried to clamp his arms down to attempt to trap elliots hands into stilling*

"That's not what you say to someone helping you." *As a 'punishment' he moved to Chance's tummy, scribbling there instead. A place that was more difficult to block*

"FUHUHUCK- EHEHEHELLIOT!!-"

*He continues the tickling on Chance's stomach for a bit longer, but another idea comes to mind. Since he was face to face to the back of his neck, he took advantage and blew a raspberry*

*he squealed, squirming*

"You alive?"

*he murmured dramatically, stray giggles slipping out while he collected himself*

"Nuh uhh!"

"Hehey! Yuh huh."

"Noooo.."

*In an attempt to stop him, he grabs one of his arms. With it out of the way, he squeezed one of his sides in return*

*he squeaked, trying to pull his arm free* "Heeeeeyyyy.." *he mock whines*

"You asked for it."

*He grabs onto Chance's arms, trying to push them away*

*he smirked, not moving*

*His pulling stopped, becoming a tight grip instead*

*scribbles up and down his sides*

"Behe quihiehet!" *The noises coming from Chance just flustered him even more. Since there was no point in keeping quiet (noises would escape anyway), he could complain about it*

*shifts to kneading his stomach*

"YOHOHU'RE NOHOT FUHUNNY!" *He somehow manages to say*

*he giggles*

"SHUHUT UHUP!"

"Chance! Hello!" *He responds, absolutely beaming*

"Whatcha up to?"

"Meh, nothing much. Did you need something?" *Since he was free, he was happy to help his friend if he needed it*

"I don't know what to do. Any ideas?"

"Not really. Sorry, ell."

"Oh, come on! Did you even try?" *He accentuates his point with an accusatory poke to his side*

"Oi!- and yes, I did." *he huffs*

*He poked him again*

*he jolts, glaring lightheartedly at the teasing tone*

"But if neither of us have any ideas, how are we going to entertain ourselves?" *A rhetorical question. It was just an excuse to keep this act up. An excuse which he used wisely as he pokes Chance again. But not just one. He kept poking and poking up and down his side*

*he huffs, soft titters slipping through*

*Instead of poking, he started scribbling against his sides. He travelled up to his ribs and settled there*

"Ehehelliot!- thihis dohohoes nohot cohount!-"

*Now with less space to move, he had to change techniques. Now he drilled his fingers into the spaces between his ribs*

"SHUHUHUSH-"

*he tried to clamp his arms down to attempt to trap elliots hands into stilling*

"That's not what you say to someone helping you." *As a 'punishment' he moved to Chance's tummy, scribbling there instead. A place that was more difficult to block*

"FUHUHUCK- EHEHEHELLIOT!!-"

*He continues the tickling on Chance's stomach for a bit longer, but another idea comes to mind. Since he was face to face to the back of his neck, he took advantage and blew a raspberry*

*he squealed, squirming*

"You alive?"

*he murmured dramatically, stray giggles slipping out while he collected himself*

"Nuh uhh!"

"Hehey! Yuh huh."

"Noooo.."

*In an attempt to stop him, he grabs one of his arms. With it out of the way, he squeezed one of his sides in return*

*he squeaked, trying to pull his arm free* "Heeeeeyyyy.." *he mock whines*

"You asked for it."

*He grabs onto Chance's arms, trying to push them away*

*he smirked, not moving*

*His pulling stopped, becoming a tight grip instead*

*scribbles up and down his sides*

"Behe quihiehet!" *The noises coming from Chance just flustered him even more. Since there was no point in keeping quiet (noises would escape anyway), he could complain about it*

*shifts to kneading his stomach*

"YOHOHU'RE NOHOT FUHUNNY!" *He somehow manages to say*

*he giggles*

"Chance! Hello!" *He responds, absolutely beaming*

"Whatcha up to?"

"Meh, nothing much. Did you need something?" *Since he was free, he was happy to help his friend if he needed it*

"I don't know what to do. Any ideas?"

"Not really. Sorry, ell."

"Oh, come on! Did you even try?" *He accentuates his point with an accusatory poke to his side*

"Oi!- and yes, I did." *he huffs*

*He poked him again*

*he jolts, glaring lightheartedly at the teasing tone*

"But if neither of us have any ideas, how are we going to entertain ourselves?" *A rhetorical question. It was just an excuse to keep this act up. An excuse which he used wisely as he pokes Chance again. But not just one. He kept poking and poking up and down his side*

*he huffs, soft titters slipping through*

*Instead of poking, he started scribbling against his sides. He travelled up to his ribs and settled there*

"Ehehelliot!- thihis dohohoes nohot cohount!-"

*Now with less space to move, he had to change techniques. Now he drilled his fingers into the spaces between his ribs*

"SHUHUHUSH-"

*he tried to clamp his arms down to attempt to trap elliots hands into stilling*

"That's not what you say to someone helping you." *As a 'punishment' he moved to Chance's tummy, scribbling there instead. A place that was more difficult to block*

"FUHUHUCK- EHEHEHELLIOT!!-"

*He continues the tickling on Chance's stomach for a bit longer, but another idea comes to mind. Since he was face to face to the back of his neck, he took advantage and blew a raspberry*

*he squealed, squirming*

"You alive?"

*he murmured dramatically, stray giggles slipping out while he collected himself*

"Nuh uhh!"

"Hehey! Yuh huh."

"Noooo.."

*In an attempt to stop him, he grabs one of his arms. With it out of the way, he squeezed one of his sides in return*

*he squeaked, trying to pull his arm free* "Heeeeeyyyy.." *he mock whines*

"You asked for it."

*He grabs onto Chance's arms, trying to push them away*

*he smirked, not moving*

*His pulling stopped, becoming a tight grip instead*

*scribbles up and down his sides*

"Behe quihiehet!" *The noises coming from Chance just flustered him even more. Since there was no point in keeping quiet (noises would escape anyway), he could complain about it*

*shifts to kneading his stomach*

"YOHOHU'RE NOHOT FUHUNNY!" *He somehow manages to say*

*he giggles*

"Chance! Hello!" *He responds, absolutely beaming*

"Whatcha up to?"

"Meh, nothing much. Did you need something?" *Since he was free, he was happy to help his friend if he needed it*

"I don't know what to do. Any ideas?"

"Not really. Sorry, ell."

"Oh, come on! Did you even try?" *He accentuates his point with an accusatory poke to his side*

"Oi!- and yes, I did." *he huffs*

*He poked him again*

*he jolts, glaring lightheartedly at the teasing tone*

"But if neither of us have any ideas, how are we going to entertain ourselves?" *A rhetorical question. It was just an excuse to keep this act up. An excuse which he used wisely as he pokes Chance again. But not just one. He kept poking and poking up and down his side*

*he huffs, soft titters slipping through*

*Instead of poking, he started scribbling against his sides. He travelled up to his ribs and settled there*

"Ehehelliot!- thihis dohohoes nohot cohount!-"

*Now with less space to move, he had to change techniques. Now he drilled his fingers into the spaces between his ribs*

"SHUHUHUSH-"

*he tried to clamp his arms down to attempt to trap elliots hands into stilling*

"That's not what you say to someone helping you." *As a 'punishment' he moved to Chance's tummy, scribbling there instead. A place that was more difficult to block*

"FUHUHUCK- EHEHEHELLIOT!!-"

*He continues the tickling on Chance's stomach for a bit longer, but another idea comes to mind. Since he was face to face to the back of his neck, he took advantage and blew a raspberry*

*he squealed, squirming*

"You alive?"

*he murmured dramatically, stray giggles slipping out while he collected himself*

"Nuh uhh!"

"Hehey! Yuh huh."

"Noooo.."

*In an attempt to stop him, he grabs one of his arms. With it out of the way, he squeezed one of his sides in return*

*he squeaked, trying to pull his arm free* "Heeeeeyyyy.." *he mock whines*

"You asked for it."

*He grabs onto Chance's arms, trying to push them away*

*he smirked, not moving*

*His pulling stopped, becoming a tight grip instead*

*scribbles up and down his sides*

"Behe quihiehet!" *The noises coming from Chance just flustered him even more. Since there was no point in keeping quiet (noises would escape anyway), he could complain about it*

*shifts to kneading his stomach*

"Chance! Hello!" *He responds, absolutely beaming*

"Whatcha up to?"

"Meh, nothing much. Did you need something?" *Since he was free, he was happy to help his friend if he needed it*

"I don't know what to do. Any ideas?"

"Not really. Sorry, ell."

"Oh, come on! Did you even try?" *He accentuates his point with an accusatory poke to his side*

"Oi!- and yes, I did." *he huffs*

*He poked him again*

*he jolts, glaring lightheartedly at the teasing tone*

"But if neither of us have any ideas, how are we going to entertain ourselves?" *A rhetorical question. It was just an excuse to keep this act up. An excuse which he used wisely as he pokes Chance again. But not just one. He kept poking and poking up and down his side*

*he huffs, soft titters slipping through*

*Instead of poking, he started scribbling against his sides. He travelled up to his ribs and settled there*

"Ehehelliot!- thihis dohohoes nohot cohount!-"

*Now with less space to move, he had to change techniques. Now he drilled his fingers into the spaces between his ribs*

"SHUHUHUSH-"

*he tried to clamp his arms down to attempt to trap elliots hands into stilling*

"That's not what you say to someone helping you." *As a 'punishment' he moved to Chance's tummy, scribbling there instead. A place that was more difficult to block*

"FUHUHUCK- EHEHEHELLIOT!!-"

*He continues the tickling on Chance's stomach for a bit longer, but another idea comes to mind. Since he was face to face to the back of his neck, he took advantage and blew a raspberry*

*he squealed, squirming*

"You alive?"

*he murmured dramatically, stray giggles slipping out while he collected himself*

"Nuh uhh!"

"Hehey! Yuh huh."

"Noooo.."

*In an attempt to stop him, he grabs one of his arms. With it out of the way, he squeezed one of his sides in return*

*he squeaked, trying to pull his arm free* "Heeeeeyyyy.." *he mock whines*

"You asked for it."

*He grabs onto Chance's arms, trying to push them away*

*he smirked, not moving*

*His pulling stopped, becoming a tight grip instead*

*scribbles up and down his sides*