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Astro calmly sits off to the side, watching curiously as his friends all gather and play in the center of garden view. He tilts his head, watching intently to make sure nobody gets hurt, but also because he has another..lingering sensation.

A very distracting one, a craving perhaps. He can’t help but watch all the interactions between his friends, his eyes drawn to every contact, his ears sharpening with each giggle. He drums his fingers against his lap beneath his blanket, a restless energy building within him.

He’s felt like this before, but rarely to this extent. He has an intense desire to tickle one of the toons, hear their bright laughter bounce off the walls and through his ears as they shriek and struggle beneath his ticklish touch..but you’d never guess from merely looking at him.

He gets these ler moods often, but being the normally shy and quiet toon he is, rarely ever gets to satiate them. As he’s slightly lost in thought, a particularly sweet sound catches him off guard. He turns and sees Cosmo joking around with Sprout, making him laugh. It’s not too rare, to see Sprout laugh. Especially since it’s Cosmo, but Astro doesn’t normally get to.

He openly stares at the two, his gaze intense as he balls his drumming fingers into a fist, the craving a burning sensation beneath his skin. He wonders if sprout would laugh differently when tickled. More freely, maybe? He couldn’t test it here, that would be just as embarrassing for him as it would be for Sprout, maybe more.

But the thought sticks in his head, something about Sprout’s laughter consuming the ler mood that had been burning within him the whole day. He gets up and walks over to the two, unable to stay away.

“Hello, Sprout. Hello, Cosmo.”

Sprout glances up in mild surprise, forcing himself to stop laughing, letting out a few chuckles.

“Oh, Astro! Hello!”

Cosmo smiles up at him brightly while Sprout regains his composure.

“Did you need something?”

Sprout finally adds.

“Mmh. Not necessarily. I wanted to ask if you had a certain dream you’d like for me to give you tonight.”

Sprout tilts his head, not expecting the kind offer from him. Normally, he rarely takes suggestions unless it’s to cheer someone up.

“Uh, no not really. Why?”

“I had one in mind for you tonight, just wanted to see if you had any other ideas instead.

“..what’s your idea?”

“You’ll see.”

His lip twitches slightly before he turns and walks away, his whole body buzzing with anticipation throughout the rest of the day, waiting for the moment Sprout falls asleep. Every twitch, laugh, squeak that he hears from all the toons only makes the ler mood worse.

Nightfall comes, and the noise stops. Astro sits calmly in his astrotarium, messing with star charts, waiting.

Then finally, he has a look into Sprout’s mind, taking control of the realm with ease.

“Finally.”

He says quietly, unable to hold back the grin on his face. He begins fabricating the reality within the dream, setting it up, coming up with ideas on the fly.

He sees the scene. A cafe hiring bakers, Sprout had decided to sign up for the job in said dream, and Astro was the one ‘interviewing’ him.

Sprout steps through the dream-cafe doors and looks around. It was neat, cozy place. It smelled of delicious sweets and coffee. He notices Astro leaning against the counter, staring at him with an unnerving intensity.

“Welcome in, my interviewee. Come on back if you’re ready.”

He smiles softly and turns to the back, allowing Sprout to follow in suit. Which he does.

“It smells so good in here..”

“Indeed it does. And you can make it smell even nicer with sweets if you get the job.”

Astro sits down and the opposite end of the desk in the back, giving sprout a once-over.

“So, Sprout. One of our biggest concerns here is making sure that our employees always have a smile on their face. May I see your smile?”

Sprout falters, and looks caught off guard by the request. He gives him a tiny, awkward, shy smile. Astro shakes his head.

“That won’t do. I need a real smile, my dear. Do you need some help smiling? I know just what to do.”

He tilts his head questioningly and with a hint of caution.

“Uh..sure..?”

Astro quickly stands and walks behind him. Since Sprout can’t see him due to his positioning, he forces himself to get over his insecurity about his arms so he can have more fun with Sprout. He reaches his top two arms around and grips sprout’s wrists in one each.

“You wouldn’t happen to be..ticklish, right Seedley? Or should I say, Seedlee.”

Sprout feels a shudder run down his spine at the impending threat he’s finally realized is looming in the near future.

“T-Ticklish? Hah, don’t be crazy Astro. Here, I’ll give you a real smile. No need to tickle me.”

He tilts his head back and shoots him a nervous grin, desperate for it to work so he doesn’t get wrecked. Astro just chuckles and begins very lightly scritching the nails of his bottom set of arms along his ribs.

“Mmhehehehaha!! Ahastro, wait—“

He arches his back and lets out a stream of giggles the light scritches a maddening but gentle touch.

Astro finally breaks into a full grin, a rush of adrenaline smacking him now that he’s actually tickling someone. His laugh is so cute.

He takes one of his hands and switches from his ribs to his tummy, gently fluttering along the length of his torso, smiling at the way he thrashes and tugs at his arms.

“My my, what a ticklish berry you are.”

“EhehAHAHA!! PLEHEASE EHEEK!”

Astro switches from using his top set of hands to pin Sprout’s arms back, and uses his stars that he uses to fill machines instead. The more the merrier.

His top set now focuses on tracing teasing circles around his underarms, slightly dipping into the hollows randomly but not completely.

One hand from his lower set continues fluttering over his tummy, and the other gently tickles his love handle on one hip.

The quadruple attack completely overwhelms Sprout’s senses, causing him to shriek and writhe with laughter, no toon had ever tickled him this amazingly terribly, and he was desperately thrashing, the tickles melting his mind and making his thoughts less clear and coherent with each touch

“AHAAHAHA!! AHAASTRO OH MY GOHOHOHOODNESS PLEASE! IHIHIT TICKLES SO BAHHAHAHAD!”

Astro simply continues the tickles, then leans down and mutters gentle teases beside his ear whilst wrecking him.

“I know it does, gigglebug. That’s the point. Your laughter is music to my ears, I don’t know if I can stop myself if you keep it up.”

Sprout jolts slightly and a fresh flush creeps up his neck at the nickname. He’d never been subjected to this ruthless teasing before, and my god if it didn’t fluster him to no end..

“EEEHEHAHAHA!! YOU’RE WAY TOHOHOO GOOD AT THIS MHMHMEEHEEK!”

Sprout yelps when the hand Astro had been using on his hip travels downwards slightly and starts spidering softly along his thigh. He instantly kicks his leg out, the muscle tensing as he laughs even harder, tears of mirth spilling from his eyes.

“Ohoh my, you’re just ticklish everywhere, aren’t you? That’s my favorite kind of lee, one that’ll turn into a giggly puddle no matter where my fingers tickle.”

Sprout bows his head, a desperate attempt to hide his face out of embarrassment. His leg spasms slightly every few seconds at the touch, unable to keep itself still.

“E-EHEHEEHAHAHA!! AHAHASTRO PLEHEASE IM DYING GAHAHA!”

Astro feels his body start to go limp beneath his touch. He sighs and begins slowing down until the only stimulation left is Astro teasingly and gently running a nail up and down his spine.

“There’s that smile. You’re hired, for sure. Don’t let me see it drop, or we might have to go over your resume again.”

Sprout lets out soft, residual giggles. Astro removes his stars and gives his spine one last tickle before he exits his dream, leaving Sprout with a dazed, giddy rest of his dream.

That was..surprisingly fun. He’ll have to do that more often. It’s not like any of the toons will confront him about it, they’d be too flustered after all that.

He smiles and starts thinking of new ideas, his ler mood no longer a pure annoyance throughout his day, but a reason to get creative and enjoy himself.

“Jax, don’t act like you’re all god{BOING} mighty. You literally got shoved in a maid dress.”

Jax’s shoulders tense slightly at the reminder of the embarrassment he had gone through during that adventure, but he keeps himself composed.

“Pfft. What, you tryna embarrass me, zoobie? That’s impossible. The only reason I was flustered that day was because I was drunk. None of you idiots could ever fluster me like that again.”

Pomni glances up slightly at the challenge, but doesn’t speak yet, letting him brag.

“But I bet I could embarrass any of you. You’re all weak and pathetic, and I’m immune to getting flustered.”

He chuckles and stretches slightly.

“You all need to realize who’s in charge here. Especially you, little miss tragedy.”

He glares at her, suppressing a shudder from the memory of what had happened to him back at the restaurant.

She squeaks and nervously hides behind Zooble, not wanting to deal with his confrontation.

Pomni finally speaks up, the bells on her jester hat chiming softly with the movement of her head.

“You aren’t immune, Jax. I bet I could fluster you.”

Jax pauses, genuinely surprised that she would actually take him up on the challenge. He didn’t even mean it truly, it was just another one of his power moves to ‘remind’ everyone that he was better. He scoffs and turns to meet her gaze.

“You? You’re half my height, Pom Pom. What are you gonna do?”

She smirks softly and lets the silence sit for a moment, knowing that despite his rough demeanor, she was getting to him and building up anticipation in his chest.

“You really want me to show you? In front of all of them, the only ones you’re truly fooling with your little power complex?”

Only Pomni notices the slight fidgeting he does with his right hand, just for a second.

“Of course I do. It’ll only make me look more immune, since your dumb little attempt won’t do [%B0NĶ!$&].”

Pomni grins and stands up, walking up to him.

“Alright then, put your arms up.”

“..huh?”

“Just do it.”

He squints with suspicion. Then slowly, almost hesitantly, lifts his arms above his head, looking down at the jester.

She glances at the cast on the couches beside them, winks at Ragatha, then suddenly, much to Jax’s pure dismay, starts running her gloved fingers along his sides.

He flinches. Truly, abruptly flinches, biting back a squeak. He shoots his arms down to cover his lengthy torso, pupils tiny with shock. A faint blush creeps up his neck. Oh fuck.

Pomni takes her hands off and grins.

“What’s wrong, Jax? You’re making it seem as though that got to you. Why else would you put your arms down? There’s no way you’re actually ticklish, right? Cause that would be, like, super embarrassing for you~”

Jax’s pupils dilate even further, gripping his own arms with a white-knuckle worthy grip. Except he can’t really get white knuckles.

“..I-…”

He takes a deep breath and puts his arms back up.

“You’re crazy, jester. I just got caught off guard, didn’t expect your hands on me, yknow? Now that I know it ain’t something freaky, I’ll be fine. Didn’t fluster me a bit.”

Pomni chuckles at his blind insistence. There’s no use for trying this hard, even she knows that he won’t be able to handle the tickles for long without breaking down in front of everyone. But his ego stops him from just admitting that, even knowing it’ll get damaged even more because of it.

Pomni reaches up and gently tickles his armpits this time. She watches as his face contorts. He bows his head and bites his lip, squeezing his eyes shut with shaking shoulders. God, he’s barely even trying to seem unbothered, how ticklish is he?

She reaches one hand up, having to go on her tippy toes, and gently tickles the base of his ear curiously, wondering if it would do anything.

Jax suddenly shrieks and jolts his head away, taking a shaky step back. His ear twitches violently, a blush burning across his cheeks now. Jesus, how embarrassing.

“Ohoh, does the bunny wabbit have a tickle spot, hm?”

She pounces on him suddenly, pushing him onto the purple couch perpendicular to the one Kinger and Ragatha had been sitting on.

He yelps and struggles beneath her.

“Pomni, get off me! What the {¥BRR%^$] are you doing?!”

She can hear the underlying nerves in his voice, shaking slightly. She grabs his wrists and places his palms beneath her knees, using her weight to pin them by his sides.

Then, she reaches up and softly tickles the base of both ears now, with a much better reach since he’s laying down.

“GHH— mmmh!! MHEHEAHAHA!! F[#!QUACK$}! STAHAP THIS IS SOHO EMBARRASSING!”

He thrashes beneath her, the blush on his face fully visible now, the other cast members staring with mixed reactions. Gangle was furiously sketching in her notebook, in which Zooble glances over her shoulder and smirks at what she’s drawing.

“There we go, ya finally admitted it. It’s possible to make the ‘almighty Jax’ get flustered, hm?”

He completely avoids her gaze, too embarrassed.

“SHUHUHUHUT UP!! THIS IHISN’T FAHAIR.”

His ears twitch against her touch violently, thrashing to get away from the maddening tickles. She brings one hand down and flutters her fingers against the spot where his back meets his left side. He arches his back slightly, letting out an undignified squeak.

“QUIHIHIHIT IT OH MY GOHOHOD!!”

He twists side to side, desperately trying to shake her loose and get her devious fingers off his ticklish digital skin.

“It’s interesting how ticklish you are even in the digital realm. I would’ve thought everyone would either be less ticklish or not at all. But you are living proof that you can be insanely ticklish here.”

He barely listens to a word she says, too focused on the dual tickles attacking his nervous system.

“IHIHIHI BET YOU’RE EHEHEVEN WORSE!!”

He yelps between cackles, desperately grasping at straws to save his dignity, trying to fluster her back in vain.

She grins, knowing better than to react and give him even the small win.

“I dunno, you seem pretty ticklish right now.”

She runs her hand down to his thigh and gently squeezes the side of his thigh, tickling him relentlessly.

“PFFT—EEEHEHEHEEK! GAHAHA— STOP IHIT, YOU STUHUPID JESTER!! YOURE GONNA KIHILL ME!”

“Your rude comments aren’t gonna save you, Jax. Maybe if you ask nicely~”

She teases, tickling his thigh with her fingers whilst drilling her thumb into the dip in his hip. Is opposite leg starts slightly kicking against the couch cushion like a real bunny.

She makes a sound of adoration at the sight.

“Ahawwh, that’s adorable.”

The blush on his cheeks instantly deepens to a deep crimson, the casual term of endearment completely ruining the last of his facade.

“DOHOHONT SAY THAHAT, NOTHING ABOUT ME IHIHIS ADORABLE, POHOM POM!!”

He jerks his head to the side, partly to hide his face and partly to attempt to dislodge her hand from his ear.

Zooble suddenly chucks her crab claw arm piece over to them, landing softly on the couch beside them. Pomni grins and places it against one of his paws, using her leg to keep his own pinned in place so he doesn’t kick her. Zooble controls the piece and starts softly pinching it, the two ends brushing up and down his paw in an extremely tickly manner.

He starts shedding tears of digital mirth, unable to handle the pure overwhelming mess of tickles. He throws his head back, genuinely cackling, letting out small squeaks between laughter.

“OKAY OKAHAHAY, PLEASE PLEASE STAHAHAP HOHOLY SH{%WEEWOO^*£}!!”

Pomni smirks and continues for a moment longer, making sure he soaks in how utterly ticklish he is, before she slowly ceases her tickling touch.

Zooble retracts her arm, and Pomni just slowly and softly draws circles against his exposed sides, a gentle, teasing tickle, a shock to his system after the intense tickles he had just endured. It felt..nice. He just lets himself go limp and let out soft, quiet chuckles every few seconds.

“This nehever happened..got it?”

Pomni smirks.

“Oh no, I’m telling Caine to make you a personal tickle adventure.”

Another blush. Seems like it was much, much easier to fluster him than he thought. All that was needed was a good tickle attack and a few teases.

And now the whole cast was aware of his weakness. Which will definitely bite him in the ass later.

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