Py ☆ for physical affection

Haruka was watching her practice from the bench, a bottle of cold water in her hand, and her eyebrows furrowed waiting for Minori to TAKE A GODDAMN BREAK—

But no, she kept practicing.

Step back, spin, move to the side, bounce, jump, jump again, pose, jump, and do it all over again. Sigh…

“Minori-Chan, you’ve been going at this for quite a while.. I have an extra water bottle for you.”

Minori slipped and stopped for a moment, and turned to look at her idol… holy barnacles, she’s always so pretty even when she’s sweaty from all that dancing… she could feel herself blushing—and not from the practicing.

“I’ll drink it later, I promise! I just need to get this move right!”

“You can get it right after you take at least a five minute break..”

Minori looked away, cheeks flushing even redder at the concern. Her idol was so sweet and kind, oh my god—

“I’ll take a break right after I perfect this move!”

…

“Sigh.”

Uhhhhh.. let’s just say what happened next was.. uhm.. very professional. Very idolsy.. yea. Because she was sort of now just stuck pinned on the rooftop tiles.. on her back, like an upside-down bug. And Haruka was sat on her hips, a smug but concerned look on her face.

“Eep! Haruka-Chan, what are y—“ That was the last coherent sentence that came out of Minori’s mouth before it was a mess of squeals and giggles as Haruka’s EVIL WIGGLING FINGERS descended on her AWFULLY TICKLISH EXPOSED SIDES. she was a goner… to say the least.

“So, are you gonna take a break?” She persists once again, fingers moving up to tease and wiggle at her ribs.. oh shit.

“Eep! Nohoho! EHEHE— hic AFTER I FIHINISH THE MOHOHOVE—" The sounds coming out of Minori’s mouth were.. totally not adorably high pitched giggles.. and squeaks… trust.

That response only followed in more relentless squeezing and oh god—

She snorted.

And Haruka grinned from above her.. oh my god.

“HEHEHEHAHAHA— I’LL TAKE A BREAK— I PROHOHOMISE!!” she finally squeaked out, gasping for air greedily when Haruka stopped and stood off her.

Minori sat up, feeling giddy but breathless after that.. and a bottle of cold water was shoved into her hands.

“15 minutes. I swear if I see you getting up to practice again, you’re getting tickled again.”

They both looked over at the sound of giggling to find Shizuku and Airi standing by the doorway of the rooftop with two bags of popcorn..

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“Mizi, I told you I’m not…oh?” Sua trailed off when said girl suddenly crossed the room, crawling in her bed like a cat seeking attention. Like Sua, she had also changed out of her cast outfit- dressed in a tank top and pajama shorts. It took everything in Sua’s power not to stare at her bare legs, or the way her long hair curtained behind her elegantly. “What are you…?”

“Wanna taste?” She purred when she was close enough, whispering in her girlfriend’s ear. Her voice was unfairly seductive- and Sua felt her face warm up in response. She really was tempting- those golden eyes glittered like moons, shadowed by long lashes and kohl. It made her look like a witch in the night, tempting her to come down to her cottage and have a little nibble.

And Sua was hungry…

She leaned forward for a peck, feeling Mizi melt into her near instantly. Her hands came up to her waist, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss while Sua’s reached up and into her hair. It was so soft- she wanted to dig her fingers into it and-

“Mmph!” She jerked back with a squeak, eyes widening. Her lips felt like they were on fire! “The plumper!”

Mizi’s look of shocked concern quickly turned into bubbly laughter at Sua’s response, falling into her chest as she trembled. “Ehehehehehe! S-Suuhuhhua! Oohoh my gohoohohd, yohohou’re fahhahace!” She cackled like the witch she was, the sound as endearing as it was mortifying. Sua pouted as her face warmed, her lips still tingling from Mizi’s lip gloss. “Ehhhehehehehe! Yohohou lohook ehehehxtra pohouty! Ehehehe, yohohou’re so cuhuhute!”

Ooo, that did it. Those were fighting words! Sua’s eyes narrowed into slits before she wrapped her arms tightly around her girlfriend, pulling her back into the bed. Mizi yelped in surprise, then her laughter returned with a scream. “SUHUHUHA NAHAHAHAHAH!”

“Who’s cute now, huh? Not me! No way!” Sua taunted her, her nimble fingers flying over Mizi’s torso as she scribbled into any and every tickle spot she could reach. In return, Mizi flailed in her arms like an annoyed cat trapped in a hug, shrieking with unrestrained mirth as she kicked her legs against the cozy bedding. Her laughter really was different from her singing- while that was sultry and sweet, this was shrill and chaotic. Sua couldn’t get enough.

“Yohohohou’re stihihihill cuhuhuhuhte! Eheahhahhaa-AHAHHA! Eheahahhaha, nohohohohohohooho! Nohohohot fahhahahair, nohohohoht fahahhahair, eheahhahahahaha!” The pink idol arched when Sua dug both hands into her ribs from behind, focusing on the lower set that always got Mizi in trouble during dance rehearsals. “Wahhahahit, wahahhait hohohohld ohohohon! Tihiihihme ohohohohut, I hahhahve to pehehehhehee!”

“Didn’t you pee when you got here?” Sua challenged jokingly. Mizi laughed more, seeming to reconsider her bargain. “I mean, I will if you really need to-”

“I lihihihiied! Ehahahhaha, I dohohoohn’t wahahhan’t yoohohohu to stoihihihhp!” Whoa- honesty. Sua felt her face blush at the direct comment, easing her tickles so it’d be more enjoyable for her girlfriend. “Eehahahha! Wahhhahit, yohohoohu gooohohohoohd?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just checking in.” Sua moved from her ribs to her stomach, poking at soft bits and leaving Mizi to twitch and squeal against her chest, sinking between her legs. “You’re so cute, I don’t ever wanna let you go.”

“Iihihih’m yooohohohurs fohohohoehehehehever! Ehahahhaha, EHHAHAHAHHA!” Again, so honest. Sua didn’t know how to handle such a direct attack, so she switched from her stomach to her upper ribs and had her screaming with laughter again. “SUUHUHUUHA, PLEAHHAHAHASE!”

“Hmmm…oh okay.” Sua conceded, stopping her tickling before wrapping her arms around her girlfriend’s shoulders. Mizi gasped for air, falling back so her head rested on Sua’s shoulder, their legs intertwined. She reached up and took one of Sua’s hands within her own, playing with her fingers as she slowly recovered. “Feeling okay? Did I go too far?”

“Yohohou’re so concerned. I promise I’m ohohokay.” Mizi grinned, and Sua felt her heart race. Even little gestures like this years later had her melting on sight. “Whooo. I needed that. I love doing events, but they can be so..so exhausting.”

Sua hummed, hugging her closer and kissing her crown as Mizi yawned between breaths. “You should get some sleep. We’ve been up since four am.”

“My god, it’s been that long, already?” She looked at her phone, wincing at the hour. Then she smiled, switching to the camera feature and holding it up so both her and Sua were in frame. “Post-Premiere selfie!”

Neither of them were wearing makeup- minus the lip plumper staining their lips. Mizi’s bangs were messy, and Sua was wearing old sweats that were too big for her arms. Still, she smiled for the photo, pulling Mizi closer as her girlfriend shot up a peace sign. At the last second though, she reached back and pulled Sua closer by the back of her head, kissing her cheek as the snap sound rang out.

“Mizi!” She cried as the pink haired idol laughed, setting it for her lock screen. Her face was hot, and her heart was racing like she ran a mile. The little things, she swore. “Give a girl a warning before you go and kiss her like that!”

“Okay. I’m gonna kiss you again.” Mizi told her, turning so she was facing Sua head on. When she pressed her lips against hers, she didn’t feel the burn of the plumber. All she felt was the love she had for this darling girl.

“Ahahahahahahaha! Whahahahahahat do you mehehehehehean? I’m rihihihhihihight here!” Reo snorted when Nagi suddenly darted around to his belly, tugging at his trapped arms uselessly. His inability to dislodge his friend was driving him to the brink of insanity. It wasn’t harsh tickling, but it still made him desperate.

“No, you’re not.”

“Nahahahahahahahagi!”

“You’re still the Chameleon right now.” Nagi lifted himself from his straddle just enough to dig into Reo’s waistline. “I want the real you back.”

Reo spasmed and barked out a laugh that sounded more like a duck quacking, using his slightly freed state to try and kick his way to freedom. “I dohohohohohohon’t knohohohohohow what you’re tahahahahahalking about! I’m ohohohohohohonly the Chameheheheheheleon when I’m plahahahahaying soccer – shit, fuck!”

Nagi had plopped himself onto Reo’s thighs now, struggling to keep his grip on his friend’s wrists as he dug into his waist again. When Reo let out a distressed wail, his eyes lit up. “Is it here?”

Reo was doomed. He only had one chance – beg for his very life.

“Please, I’m nohohohot a Chameleon right now, I’m juhuhuhust me – just Reo!”

Nagi finally released his wrists…

…only to plunge all ten of his fingers into the squishy flesh of Reo’s waistline.

Reo tossed his head back and howled. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAD DAHAHAHAHAHAMMIT NAGI!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, I’M JUHUHUHUHUHUST ME!! I SWEHEHEHEHEAR!!”

Nagi only grunted in frustration, undeterred by Reo’s flailing arms clawing at him. “Not quite…where is it…?”

Reo had no idea what Nagi was looking for, but he hoped to god he found it soon, because he wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. He couldn’t remember if his friend had ever pinned him and tickled him like this – he was usually too lazy to be bothered. He had no idea the white-haired boy could be such a tickle monster.

Then Nagi shifted his hands again so he was gripping his hips, digging his thumbs into the soft flesh near his thighs, and Reo’s vision went black as he squeezed his eyes shut, chest heaving with helpless laughter, hands gripping Nagi’s arms with desperation as he weakly dug his heels into the ground, gradually going silent with hysterics.

“There it is,” Nagi said, though Reo could barely hear him. “There’s the real you.”

Reo gasped in a breath, then immediately expelled it in the loudest, most uncontrolled laughter he’d ever let loose in his life, the sensations in his hips rocketing through his whole body and making him feel more alive and more desperate than he had in ages.

“FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK, NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGI!!” he screamed, digging his nails into his friend’s arms. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I’M MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! I’M ME, I’M ME, I SWEAR – PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERCY!!”

Nagi did stop, but otherwise didn’t move as Reo collapsed beneath him, gasping for breath so hard he coughed a little, mirthful tears brimming in his eyes. He slowly blinked back to reality and glanced up at his friend, who was looking annoyingly proud of himself.

“W-What…the hell was that?” Reo wheezed.

“I knew if I found a bad spot I’d be able to make you drop the mask you’ve been wearing lately,” Nagi replied, shrugging as though it were no big deal. “I missed my friend, that’s all.”

Reo stared incredulously at him. “So you thought tickling me into submission was the answer?”

“Kinda, yeah.”

“You…” Reo wanted to call him all kinds of things right now, but suspected the wrong one might send him into another tickle fit, so finally landed – weakly – on, “…jerk.”

Nagi gently pressed his thumbs in again, and immediately Reo was giggling, eyes wide with panic…and maybe something like excitement, too. This was a foreign feeling to him, being entirely at someone else’s mercy, and since that someone was Nagi…

Well, he supposed part of him wasn’t ready for it to be over.

“It’s fun to make you laugh like that, you know,” Nagi said now, and for the first time there was the hint of a smile on his lips, a wicked glint in his eye. “I wanna do it again.”

And Reo must have been a masochist, because rather than protest or beg for his freedom, he found himself saying, “Fucker.”

Bart liked hugs. Talking to him, you’d think he liked just about everything, but he especially liked hugs. In theory, his friends didn’t mind. After running some trials, he’d found that some definitely minded less than others.

Kon undeniably was just the best, it wasn’t even close. He was all big and warm, it didn’t matter how fast Bart ran at him because of his Kryptonian durability, and he didn’t get uncomfortable when Bart didn’t wanna let go. Kon would let him hang on as long as he wanted, the speedster was very pleasantly surprised at this patience he was shown.

With this having fully registered in Bart’s mind, they’d fallen into a rhythm as of late. Admittedly, this was the first time he’d run across the country and scoured the rural outskirts of Metropolis to find his hug buddy. He was dying of boredom.

It was autumn, dreary and nearing the end of the season. Kon was the only sign of life in the gray, derelict cornfield where he was sparring with nobody, probably talking to himself. He hit the ground fast when Bart barreled into him from behind at, like, mach bazillion.

“Owh— oh god, fuhuhuck…“ He rasped, rolling over onto his back and holding his stomach like it would knock the wind back into him. The first thing he saw was Bart beaming down at him.

“An angel?” Kon gasped dumbly.

Bart laughed and threw himself down across his teammate. They made a wonky plus sign. It seemed innocent enough, but knocked about half of the wind Kon regained right out. His next choked sound was exaggerated purposefully.

“Did you call or anything, Imp?” He carefully began. Bart wasn’t unwanted here, but he was unexpected.

“Nuh-uh.” You could hear him smiling.

“So… you just ran all the way here to say hi?” Kon continued.

“Uh-huh! It’s no big deal for me, y’know.” That was a fair point. It probably took Bart less than three minutes, and that’s with the delay of trying to track his friend down. He wasn’t the most careful with his civilian identity, Tim would have an aneurism, but who was going to catch him anyway? He moved faster than almost all of the population could perceive.

“Alright, well… hi.” Kon sat himself up, stretching. He was bulletproof, he didn’t really get sore, but it made him look all cool and casual.

Bart grinned. “Hi.”

He stared for a moment before parting his arms expectantly. Kon huffed a laugh.

“There it is. That’s why you came here.” He simply snagged Bart up on his way to his feet. They began to chatter.

“I’ve just been thinking… why are you so small?”

“I prefer vertically challenged.” Bart quipped.

“You’re horizontally challenged too. You’re spatially challenged.” Kon rebuked.

“You’re talkin’ like you’re mad at me!” Bart scoffed. It wasn’t his fault! He’s known it for years, he won’t be getting much bigger.

“I’m not! It’s just… kinda funny, I don’t know.”

Kon pulled back for a demonstration, taking Bart’s wrist. “Like, look at this thing.”

His hand flopped back and forth when Kon shook it about. “It’s adorable.”

Bart didn’t know how to respond. For his own peace of mind, he had to stop getting all ruffled at short jokes a long time ago. He never didn’t have something to say for long at all, though. He made a hand puppet. It turned away and dipped its head.

A smirk was slowly crossing his friend’s face. “What are you doing?”

“It’s shy.” The speedster informed him.

Kon couldn’t help breaking out into a grin. He released Bart’s wrist. “…You’re so stupid.”

“If I don’t get un-bored I’m going to do something stupid.” Bart moaned, crossing his arms.

Kon refused to be held liable for that. The kind of stupid Bart’s mind could conjure was otherworldly. “I’ll give you a three second headstart. I’m it.”

It was sweet, how he lit up. Nobody ever wanted to play tag with a speedster, but of course they wanted to play tag with you.

He didn’t need to be told twice, and with Bart already almost out of view, Kon counted down from one instead before starting his pursuit.

The cornfield was perfect for a game of chase, all wide open space and flat ground. Flying, Kon could get within about five feet of Bart. It wasn’t his strongest skill, he wasn’t as elegant as Clark or Kara. Flying was practical, at least when he wasn’t this close to the ground. He was going to snag one wrong twig and eat shit.

That might not be the worst idea.

Hearing what could only be described as major damage over his shoulder, Bart skidded to a stop. He caught the tail end of it: Kon’s hideous fall. It looked like it hurt, but that wasn’t how he was supposed to work.

He wasn’t laughing, cursing, he wasn’t responsive. “Uh…” And he may have twitched like a crushed bug just then.

Bart, so pure of heart, wasn’t going to come to the conclusion that he was being tricked on his own. A little shameful, but Kon had no real bad intentions. He knew better than to rough up anyone who he had over four weight classes on.

The ginger crouched down, arms settling loosely around his legs. “You okay?”

“Mmmnnghhh…”

He frowned, glancing up towards the distant house. “Should I go get someone…?”

Kon’s pathetic groaning morphed into a battle cry as he sprung up, grabbing at Bart who tumbled over with an indignant, but giddy yell.

“You’re such a cheater!” His voice was shrill.

“Cut me some slack, I would’ve never caught you.” Kon huffed, an affectionate smile growing on his face. “Besides, I know another game.”

Though Bart was eyeing him with a bit more caution now, his eyes were still curious.

“You probably know this one, I do it with Tim all the time.” That didn’t bode well.

He explained the rules fast, knowing it would take Bart’s brain some time to catch up. “So you just lay there, I’m gonna tickle you. If you get away, you win and I stop.”

“Make sense?”

Kon was squinted at for a few seconds. Processing data…

A belated squeal tore from Bart’s throat, his arms wrapping around his middle. He did know this game, he’d probably played along with the winning side, teasing and prodding at their high strung team leader. Tim could hardly stand just one person, it was brutal.

Maybe it was a blessing that Bart didn’t get any more time to dwell on that, Kon pinching and scribbling at any opening that his curling, flailing limbs couldn’t protect.

If nothing else, Tim wasn’t a meta-human. If the speedster decided he really wanted out, he had that luxury. His friend wasn’t a mind reader, but if Kon thought he really wasn’t in the mood, they wouldn’t have gotten this far anyway.

His hands were buzzing where they’d latched onto Kon’s wrists. Bart was surprised at the sound of startled laughter that wasn’t his own.

Kon pulled back, a little shy. “Thahat feels funny…”

“I’m gonna have to get creative with you.” He huffed. “I’ve been meaning to test this out anyway. I’m… just a little sorry, in advance. This is probably gonna be awful for you.”

Bart wasn’t sure why Kon was getting so focused. Squaring his shoulders and shutting his eyes.

Something was starting to prickle on his test subject’s lower tummy. A small chill ran through him. That prickling was quick to pick up into something that Bart knew only Kon was horrible enough to come up with: Tactile telekinesis phantom tickling.

He nearly jumped out of his skin, immediately hysterical. His back arched up off of the ground, Bart was probably going to stretch out his hoodie with how violently he was pawing at the fabric, fruitlessly trying to rub the feeling away.

“Is it working??” He would have been more annoyed if Kon didn’t sound so genuinely excited about it.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK??” Bart snapped through his cackles, his hand clenching into a fist and pounding against what Superboy shaped thing the found first, which happened to be his thigh.

His wrist was quickly seized. Not because Kon was hurt, but because Bart would undeniably end up hurting himself at this rate. Kon had some thick skin.

It was easier to make the feeling fizzle out than it was to get going. Bart fell limp, stomach rising and falling as he collected himself. He was all blissed out, giggling and staring up at the sky. Every so often, he would think he felt something. His squeaking and writhing would momentarily start over again before he came to his senses.

They sat like that for a while. Kon couldn’t help thinking how fun Bart was to watch, his grin never leaving his face.

“I’ve gotta try one more thing.” He spoke casually, but wasn’t as sneaky, nor clever as he could be.

Bart’s breathless laughter picked up again. “No you dohon’t…” He didn’t mean a word of it, Kon knew him well enough to see that.

If anyone was going to be willing to let him run these ridiculous tests, it was Bart. Of anyone Kon had ever met, he tried the least hard to even pretend he didn’t like tickling. He always wanted to be close and touchy and all over you, you could joke that you were going to rub his belly like a little puppy and Bart would probably roll over.

“I do, though! You still haven’t technically won the game you know, all you’ve gotta do is get away. Why’re you just sitting there taking it?” Kon probed.

Bart just smiled at him. “I forgot.”

How someone hadn’t gone and eaten this little shrimp right up yet was beyond him.

“Well, now you know. Are you ready? One, two…”

The poor speedster got maybe three steps through a stumble, and about two through his mad dash before crumpling to the ground. “NONONONONO— Not thehehere!”

“I’ve gotta test the places I can’t normally reach.” Kon spoke with feigned earnestness like that was the real reason why he’d concentrated the phantom tickles at Bart’s feet, and the real reason was obvious. Without control of them, he wasn’t going anywhere.

“You’re so mean!” He cried out. He laid on his front, legs kicking so fast that they were essentially an intangible blur.

He hadn’t gone far, but Kon stood to kneel down next to Bart, as close as he could without being in the danger zone. He smiled, chewing on his lip and failing to hold back a snort.

“You’re gonna put a hole in the ground, Thumper.” He cooed, eyeing the cloud of dust Bart was rapidly kicking up.

The nickname brought a cheerier cadence to his giggles, and he rolled over to meet Kon’s eyes. His lashes were starting to look a little wet, and the cold weather in combination with his racing heart had Bart’s cheeks and nose a deep shade of pink.

“O… Okay, okay— you’ve gotta stop…” He breathed out. His legs were growing tired.

Kon obliged. He’d given him a pretty serious workout.

Bart was experiencing some symptoms he’d never seen before. Anyone would need a little time to come down from all of that, but it seemed that no matter how long they sat there, Bart couldn’t shake all the giggles and jitters.

“I… are you alright? How do you feel?” Kon was really hoping he hadn’t cast some kind of permanent tickle spell.

“Tingly…” Bart managed, wiping his sleeve over his eyes.

“I’m fine, don’t worry, don’t cry.” He put on a sweet smile. What would have been an affectionate pat on the cheek, if Bart was normal, was instead Kon’s face being mindlessly groped and nudged.

“Thank you, thank you, I feel so much bette—“ He sputtered, leaning away. “Get out of my mouth, you little shit! Jesus…”

Bart was giving him a lopsided grin.

“You’re being weird again, so I’m gonna assume you’re fine.”

“Mm.” The ginger nodded, stretching tall as he sat up. He glanced up, uncharacteristically sheepish. “Thanks for keeping me busy.”

Internally, Kon rolled his eyes. He would have sat around bored in a cornfield all day too if not for this. Bart had nothing to feel awkward about.

Raising an eyebrow, “Aren’t you thirsty?” was all he said.

let’s tickle columbina first

can a lee be any more cute than her? i don't think it’s possible

her heart beats faster and she smiles right away whenever she hears “COLUMBINAAAAAAAA!!!!” because she knows that means her sweet sandrone is going to tickle her to death later!!! KYAAAAA

she feels loved and cared for knowing sandrone would tickle her so much, even if she was doing it under the pretense of being annoyed at columbina or getting her to shut up. sandrone knows columbina likes being tickled, she says as much. even if sandrone wouldn't admit it, it makes her feel so flustered and happy when she tickles columbina. even if she is SO annoyed! ugh!

columbina is ticklish everywhere. my moon goddess can’t be this ticklish ?! >////< WELL SHE IS. really ticklish. 

her tummy is bad, her underarms are bad, and her whole legs and feet are bad. 

her laugh is really beautiful ;w; ahh. she's a giggler for sure. just pure and bright giggles. she definitely has a louder laugh too when shes tickled for longer, it’s the same kind of feeling! such a clear and beautiful sound. i think she might hiccup a little bit too that really fits her because she's really cute!!! 

columbina embracing her love for tickles almost enrages sandrone. how— just how can she be so forthright with her feelings! and just!! admit that so easily! it’s something she will never understand. but obviously she loves columbina and she loves tickling columbina… so why does her girlfriend admitting that fluster her so much!!! she should be the one flustering columbina! 

shes trying to be evil and ruthless and punish columbina for being so… annoying!!! it’s not fair! it’s not much of a punishment at all if she likes it! 

on flustering columbina… it’s really not possible. sure, her brain gets scrambled and she loses her composure when she gets a really good tickling, but this girl is resilient. if she wants something she has no problem saying/doing it if it makes sense to her in her head.

“why’d you stop?” when sandrone gives her a break

“aren’t you going to start again?” when sandrone thinks that surely shes reached her limit by now

nope, she recovered quickly and that frustrates sandrone because HOW?! she seriously loves this girl so she attacks her again with love and annoyance but isn't columbina just unbelievable?! 

when columbina’s really done she will of course drag sandrone in to cuddle and fall asleep quickly.

in sandrone’s room of course, on sandrone’s bed (during bina fatui era.) naturally, because of sandrone’s key, she sleeps on her stomach. and what better place to do that than right on top of columbina!!! it’s not like she has a choice of course. columbina is holding her tightly!! ugh, how annoying!

sandrone, who was once left with no desires and nothing she wanted to do, now has many things to do, with this seriously annoying girl that needs to be tickled in her life! ꒰｡- ᴗ - ｡꒱

sandrone’s turn 

sunny summer fontinalia spoilers kinda but it's minor. you know sandrone is back already because shes in the game right now!! a little bittle of alain sadness as well im sorrie.

even though im writing sandrone second, i do think sandrone was the first to get tickled by columbina. 

the natural columbina pattern of thinking:

learn what tickling is through observing the frostmoon scions 

tickling is something fun to do to bond with friends and make people laugh

naturally she knows what she needs to do to her dear sandrone, who is way too grumpy for her own good

sandrone would have never thought to tickle columbina if columbina hadn't gone and done it to her out of the blue one day! seriously, what was she thinking!

when sandrone is going on about another one of her day-to-day grievances with her coworkers, without warning, columbina's delicate fingers meet her sides, and she splutters out a warbled, confused sound. was columbina tickling her?! obviously, she knew what tickling was, and it wasn't something that concerned her in the slightest. no one had ever tickled her, you wouldn't just… tickle lady marionette. but here she was, desperately trying to hold back her laughter as columbina clumsily scribbled at her sides. this is just. UNBELIEVABLE!

she manages to pull columbina's wrists away from her waist after a few seconds but the damage is already done. "what the hell do you think you're doing, COLUMBINA?"

"sandrone? im sorry, was that not the appropriate thing to do? you seemed stressed, so i wanted to make you laugh."

"columbina… you… UGH! nevermind."

and from there, tickling becomes a regular part of their relationship >/////<

sandrone could never truly regret her ability to feel touch, given to her by alain, of course. but in times when columbina exploited her weaknesses, she cursed his genius. just how was he able to accurately recreate the human nervous system so much so that she could be ticklish?

aside from her key and internal components, sandrone appeared as and shared many of the core functions of a human being. being alain's greatest creation, she could taste, touch, and breathe as a human would. he wished for her to live her life not as a machine, but as a person of her own. and so she did. whether alain had envisioned whether or not she could be ticklish during her creation, she had no idea. he was her father, but there was never a time where they touched enough for her to find this out. sandrone was naturally independent (or so she liked to think) and unconcerned with affectionate gestures, so the thought had never even crossed her mind. before long she became alain's caretaker and tended to his needs herself up until his dying day.

i can't forget to talk about what sandrone's like when she gets tickled… shes very ticklish of course :3 i would say less than columbina, but there are some spots that drive her insane!!!!!!!!! i think that her worst spots are her ribs, sides, and lower tummy/hips area… and also feet tbh

shes definitely one to try to hold in her laughter for as long as she can. with… varying degrees of success. sometimes it only takes a few seconds, and sometimes she even able to go for a few minutes without breaking. but when she does, it's bad. nothing embarasses her more than being made to laugh so uncontrollably like that. columbina's thrilled about that, of course. gods. she will be the death of her.

now, we know in the fontaine summer event, sandrone has gotten better at expressing herself. now the past her could NEVER admit to liking something like tickling and im totally firm on that idea for her before this quest she would be such a denier there's not even a chance you'll get her to say anything. as far as she says, she hates being tickled.

but after the quest—

in soft, intimate moments with columbina, there will come a day where she could admit a little something.

“it isn’t so bad if it’s you.” 

“it’s… fun.” 

but she’s still the same old sandrone deep down ;3

“i only let you because it shuts you up.” how kind and gracious of you sandrone

"it's not like i could do anything to stop you." true actually. columbina always gets what she wants

i don't think she can say parts of her true feelings about it very often. columbina is addicted to making her, though~

columbina, being ever so observant, says shes noticed that sandrone's key sometimes turns faster now that she's embraced her inner feelings. like when columbina praises her… or when she tickles her…. it spins a bit or a lot faster!!! when she points this out to sandrone she acts like she simply has no idea what she's talking about. all while the rotation of her key speeds up. :)

extra yap

can we talk about columbina’s outfit. im sorry is this too much. im like probably in love with her she literally . ugh. i just finished the moon quest and i couldn't even focus when she was on screen because i was thinking about tickling her. if you have your legs and underarms out im gonna get you seriously 

this is a bit hesitant because im not sure if it's canon or where i even heard of this. but the concept of sandrone being unable to move if her key is removed. i know she removes her key to sleep in a hoyofair animation, but in the official animated short we can see her sleeping on her stomach with her key still on. i think that her key stays on all the time in canon but imagine if her key could be taken off and it freezes her in place and shes completely unable to get away from tickles hwhwhehwhjehewhjk

i haven't played the tabletop troupe quest/anecdote(?) because i think you need SANDRONE to get it. hear me out on the vampire x vampire hunter tickle yuri though. theres really potential here.

sandbina are freaks

i hate them /pos

we should explode sandbina tomorrow

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As far as childhoods go, Cass has definitely had one of the most abnormal, to put it lightly. Dick knows this, just as he knows that Damian’s was similarly unique. He also knows, logically, that most of Bruce’s kids (as well as Bruce himself in all honesty) have had different childhoods from most, just to differing degrees of strangeness and trauma. Dick does include himself in that, no matter how begrudgingly.

The problem, though, is that Dick can’t help but feel he dropped the ball with Cassandra. Logically he knows that it’s fine, that it’s not his responsibility to keep everyone happy all of the time, but he just can’t shake the feeling that he needs to do more. And this goes for all of his siblings, but double for Cass, a woman who has overcome some of the most unimaginable trauma and managed to escape as a kind, strong person whom Dick is proud to call his sister.

He just isn’t as close with Cass as he is with his other siblings and pseudo-family members. Hell, even Steph comes to him with her problems no matter how big or small. And Cass just… doesn’t.

That’s her right. He knows that isn’t a reflection on his abilities as an older brother, just as he knows that Cass doesn’t just keep her feelings locked up; she goes to Bruce with them. Dick just can’t help but feel guilty. He knows how awkward and, frankly, stunted Bruce is when it comes to emotions and comfort. He hates to think that Cass settles for that awkwardness because she doesn’t feel safe enough to reach out to anyone else– because she doesn’t feel safe enough to reach out to Dick.

And it’s that uncomfortable thought process that has led Dick here, standing in the middle of Cass’s dance room wearing a blue tutu and a carefully constructed smile.

“Relax,” Cass says, looking entirely at home in her dance attire. Dick’s smile turns a little more genuine as he notices her absent-mindedly swaying to the music. He’s glad Cass has a place she feels at home in.

Cass is just a hard person to get to know, or she is for Dick, at least. Dancing is the one thing Dick knows she enjoys, so he figured asking to join her would be a good first move towards getting to know his little sister better. He didn’t predict how out of his element he’d be here; he figured dancing came from a similar place to acrobatics.

“You're too stiff,” Cass tuts, adjusting Dick’s hands to sit on her waist instead of on her shoulders, “you won't have fun.”

“I'm having fun, Cassie,” Dick assures, smiling down at her. He’s not sure he'll ever stop being proud of how much better she's gotten at using words to communicate. Still, he hopes to understand this part of her world a bit better, to understand how she uses dance in times when words fail her.

“You're thinking too much,” Cass scolds, flicking Dick’s forehead before settling her hands on Dick’s shoulders. She counts, then, a simple four step pattern Dick stumbles to keep up with. “Good,” Cass smiles and Dick feels something within him settle at the sight of it. She's so bright– he's not sure he'd ever noticed that before.

As they get to the end of another four step count, Dick twirls Cass, grinning at her joyful giggle. After another four steps, Cass raises onto her tip toes to return the favour and Dick happily ducks down to spin under her arm.

“You're better than I thought,” Cass notes, seemingly too polite to mention how she's just avoided Dick stepping on her toes for the third time.

Dick smiles good naturedly, saying, “I can't tell if I'm flattered or insulted." Cass grins at him at that, all teeth, and Dick can't help but squeeze her hips in warning.

Cass flinches, movement lacking grace for the first time since Dick met her. The shy smile growing on her face seems to surprise her, if how she's holding her hand against it is any indication.

“What was that?” Cass asks. Dick’s first reaction is to think she's feigning ignorance, the same way Jason sometimes does when cornered with the threat of tickles. After a moment of studying her expression, though, he realises she's genuinely confused.

Dick holds his hands up in a friendly gesture, explaining, “it tickled, I think. Sorry, Cass, it was an accident.” He genuinely means it, too. He's been having fun with Cass and doesn't want to have ruined it by making her uncomfortable.

Class's expression, though, seems stuck somewhere between shock and confusion. “Tickled? Why did I flinch?” Cass asks and something clicks for Dick.

Oh, he thinks, I'm an idiot.

While his other siblings may have had strange upbringings, they all grew up with at least one parental figure in their lives. All but Cass, that is. Hell, even Damian had Talia growing up and he had at least known about tickling before coming into Bruce’s custody.

Dick swallows against the sudden surge of anger burning up his throat like vomit. His anger won't help Cass right now. What she needs now is a big brother.

Dick takes a few deep breaths, ignoring Cass’s concerned little head tilt, before plastering a smile back onto his face. “Here,” he starts, trying to let some mischief into his tone, “let me show you.”

With the others, Dick would've leapt at that, giving no further warning. As it is, though, Dick doesn't want to scare Cass, so he simply steps closer to her, letting her telegraph each movement as his hands find their earlier place on her hips again.

“Ready?” Call him paranoid or overprotective or whatever, but Dick just wants to triple check Cass is okay with this kind of playfulness. At her slight nod, Dick digs into her hips once again, thumbs moving in rhythmic circles to the steady beat of the music still playing from Cass’s radio.

Her reaction is instantaneous, hands shooting down to cover his as she breaks into confused titters. “Having fun?” Dick asks, smiling at the pink flush that earns him. It's endearing how similar his siblings are; how easy they all are to fluster.

“It's weheheird,” Cass giggles, though she doesn't seem to mind it. In fact, the confused furrow of her brow seems to be lessening, making way for a gentler expression– making way for joy.

“Let's try somewhere else,” Dick smiles, skittering his fingers up to Cass's sides and letting them stay there, spidering against the thin fabric of her dress. “How's that?”

“Dohon’t tahahalk,” Cass squeals, squeals, and Dick’s heart practically sings with the warmth in his chest at the noise. Still, he can't let that kind of comment slide, or what kind of big brother would he be?

“Hey, there's no need to be rude, Cassie,” he teases, making sure to keep his posture relaxed and tone light to let her know he's just joking around. “I think someone needs to remind you that you're still a little sister.”

Cass’s only answer is to bounce on her feet, the gesture equal parts giddy and nervous, and (in Dick’s completely unbiased opinion) completely adorable. Dick lets one hand drop back down to squeeze one of Cass’s hips, while the other skates over to her back, fingers dancing up and down the space between her shoulder blades.

Cass honest to God snorts at that, pink face coming to drop to Dick’s chest and nuzzling into it. It's incredibly endearing, and Dick can't help but chuckle along to his sister’s shocked laughter.

“Nah- nahahaha,” Cass laughs, rocking back and forth with playful jitters, “stahahap.”

Dick immediately stops, switching from tickling to rubbing firm circles against Cass’s back, while the hand against her hip moves to cradle her head against Dick’s chest. He takes a gamble by pressing a soft kiss against the crown of her head, and is rewarded with Cass looking up at him with such a sunny smile that Dick thinks he could die happy right here and now.

“That was fun,” Cass smiles, clearly unbothered by how the admittance pinks her cheeks again. The warmth returns to Dick’s chest and he presses a second kiss against Cass’s forehead.

Dick would sometimes leave for his team’s HQ as a little getaway. If they hadn’t scheduled to meet, it was often empty. He could choose to stay in nightmare hell city number one, he would have to deal with Bruce breathing down his neck, and just… Gotham and all her charms. There was nightmare hell city number two, where he at least had his own place, but then he was the one helicopter parenting the entire area. And there was the tower.

In a nicer part of town, quieter, the sun shone more than a dozen days out of the year.

When he stepped out of the elevator, one of the first things he noticed was the mop of red waves on the arm of the sofa. Admittedly, he wasn’t thrilled at first, as cold as that felt. Dick thought he’d needed to be by himself. Among the following things he noticed, however, were the various signs that Wally was asleep.

Wally West, Speedster, was asleep on their couch. It basically was a holiday. Dick crept over, eyeing his friend curiously. Not the most vulnerable he had ever seen him, but that was a high bar, with the nature of their work. He was all sprawled out. One would be led to believe that Wally had been out for quite sometime, with how disheveled his clothing and hair were.

Dick’s eyes were wandering. Not for the reasons you might think. Since they were kids, he’d dedicated himself to keeping data on the seasonal fluctuations in Wally’s freckles. That still sounded pretty obsessive, but he’d been raised by Batman. He was in love with the data collection, not the person.

He leaned over the back of the sofa, and didn’t stare for much longer before he was beginning to count in his head. It was winter, the freckles were fewer, and so much fainter. Dick was now counting under his breath, occasionally feeling a little winded as he simultaneously held it. It was ridiculously tedious, trying to keep count by pointing at each little speck of pigment, just far enough from the skin to not rouse Wally from his sleep.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8…

A scream of terror that rattled the room, and Dick’s eardrums.

“Stranger danger!”

His entire body startled backwards, and he fell to the floor with a yell of his own. The sound of Wally’s gleeful laughter followed soon after.

“Did I scare you?” What a stupid question.

“Nope, not a bit.” Dick leapt up, briefly balancing on the top of the sofa before he came crashing down in a huff. He was incapable of taking a seat in any normal manner.

“Ahh…” Wally swung his arm, snapping his fingers, “well, shucks.”

“You really should find your way back to whatever sitcom you crawled out of. They must be terribly worried about you.”

“Mm.”

“Mean.”

Dick gave a small, apologetic smile. Wally wasn’t one to hold a grudge.

“What were you even doing?” He continued on, stretching about as far as his body would let him before slumping back down with a happy little sigh.

“It’s February. You know what that means. I’m running behind this year, actually.” Dick leaned back as well, allowing himself to get more comfortable. Maybe some company tonight would be okay after all, he was warming up to the thought. That was just the Wally West Effect.

“What’re you… oh, your weird freckle counting thing?” He let out an amused puff, “that’s just an excuse you made up to poke at me for, like, a week or two every summer and winter. ‘Cause you can’t just be normal about it.”

“Maybe so. Now sit still.” Dick scooted in, looming over the ginger. Despite the fact that he could have been on the other side of the world in a flash, he sat there and allowed Dick to be faster.

Wily, frantic laughter bubbled up from Wally’s throat as he was prodded all over his middle where his shirt had ridden up. Dick didn’t understand how he could just sit there and not feel too exposed. He tried to be an optimist, it couldn't have been a bad thing. Not at all. He’d take Wally being a little too comfortable over his friend ever being like himself.

Beside that, a lot of the time, he was just waiting for someone to jump at the opportunity and tickle him. At least to Dick, it wasn’t subtle at all. He so shamelessly loved this sort of thing. What a life. Sometimes he wondered what went on inside Wally’s head. If Miss Martian or J’onn telepathically linked them, he half expected to hear nothing but elevator music. That was probably a gross oversimplification, but it was the show Wally put on everyday regardless. For everybody’s sake but his own.

“You’re givin’ me the goo goo eyes.” He giggled out. Dick pulled back when Wally shoved at his hands. For now, at least.

Actually processing what Wally said, he steeled his expression. “I was not.”

“You were too. You weren’t even counting!”

“I was! Just… in my head, s’all.” He definitely wasn’t.

“You could ask Roy too, alright? You don’t ask a freckly person how many they’ve got, it’s a secret. You can’t know everything, y’know? If my up-to-date freckle count isn’t already logged in the Batcomputer, then it’s gotta be a super secret.” Wally tugged down his flannel, sitting up. Dick recognized it, that shirt was his Christmas present to Wally a couple years ago. He never bought new clothes for himself, it was always good to have something the slightest bit dressier.

It had broken in and worn over time, but he had the money to invest in quality. Still a nice shirt, and it was a nice, fuzzy feeling whenever he saw Wally wearing it. That wasn’t going to change his mind. He was heavily incentivized and bored. Wally didn’t stand a chance.

He had begun to stand. If Dick had to guess, he was going to look for something to eat. If you never changed your guess from that, you’d still be right about seventy five percent of the time.

He snagged Wally by the wrist. “Going somewhere?” The menace voice.

Wally cocked his head. Without warning, Dick yanked him backwards, making an obnoxious explosion noise when they landed in a heap on the sofa. Wally brought out something childish in him, it was difficult to put into words.

“You’re awfully handsy.” Wally wasn’t fighting him on this at all really. Dick had expected at least a little push and pull. He felt like he was squishing his hostage a little too hard now. He’d hauled Wally backwards, and was latched on right from behind.

It must have been a speedster thing; Wally was taller than Dick now, a little lankier, but all lean muscle. And yet his weight never changed from “light as a feather.” Maybe they were like birds, they needed light bones to get around the way they do.

That was a case study for later. Right now, there were other, more pressing answers to pry from Wally.

“Well, I wanna know your secret.” Dick’s matter-a-fact tone did little to stop the other from laughing at him.

“Yeah? And you’re gonna tickle it out of me? Oh, the humanity!”

“You seriously think I won’t?”

Dick couldn’t actually tell you what he did, but something about the order of those words in combination with his tone brought a silence over the room.

At this point, it was a game of who could outperform the other in this false interrogation scenario. Dick was a born performer, Wally had been faking it until he made it for over a decade now. Neither of them thought they were about to lose, but there could only be one winner.

“I would tell you if I could, honest! You’re, like, my best friend, you know that—“

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” Dick cut in.

“Dick, c’mon, I mean it. I’m really not even supposed to be telling you this, but… you aren’t acting like yourself. If I tell you how many freckles I have, the sun will explode.”

Dick stared at the small portion of Wally’s side profile that he could see from his current position.

“It’s true.” He somberly continued, “it’s an ancient pact. You can try and count how many freckles someone with them has, but very few have succeeded.”

“Bart had a friend in the future who was driven to this state of lovecraftian madness because he kept trying and trying.”

“Lovecraftian, that’s a big word. Proud of you.” Dick knew Wally was smart. He’d harnessed the speed force like no speedster before him, and none after have been able to surpass him. Incomprehensible stuff, he had to be crazy smart. But ribbing him for being a space case was too fun to stop.

“Have I ever led you astray before?” Wally’s puppy dog eyes weren’t something you just saw. You experienced them. And Dick was feeling that weight crashing down on him. It was too bad he’d learned to let it roll right off his back a long, long time ago.

Wally’s question was answered with pinches to his sides. He shrieked and began to kick about, sugary sweet giggles pouring out.

“Tell me.” Dick pressed.

“Noho! Never! Only a coward would resort to tickle torture.”

Dick chuffed. Torture. Like Wally wasn’t sitting there, straining against his superpowers, having a blast.

“You used to always do this one thing to Garth when we were kids, drove him up the wall.” He dragged his fingertips down Wally’s sides until they settled at his hips. Dick stopped himself for a few seconds, building quiet anticipation before he began to scribble and massage at those little squishy bits on either side that most everyone had, regardless of body type.

Wally squealed. His kicking was starting to exceed a normal human pace, his mirthful babbling was becoming harder and harder to understand, and Dick had been translating it for years. He liked to think he was fluent by now.

“I can seehehe why!” Wally cried out through his laughter. Dick couldn’t help giving a small giggle of his own.

“Aww, you don’t like that?” He cooed.

“sTAAAHAWHAWP!” Wally whined, his upper body wriggling about much more frantically.

“Well, you’ve gotta tell me the secret first.” Despite his bad cop act, that struck a tender spot, and Dick eased up.

“Oh… I… eheheh… I forgot about that, actually.” Wally was a little too honest sometimes. As heart clenching as his breathless titters were, it was about to get him in trouble. Dick took offense to that.

“You forgot?” Maybe his gasp was a little too Victorian-woman-on-her-fainting-couch. But it must have gotten the point across because Wally tensed, his laughter increasing tenfold.

“Sooorryyy…”

Dick chuckled. “Oh, please. No you’re not.”

Wally’s survival instincts must have begun to somewhat burn inside him at some point between phase one of the tickle attack, and now. Phase two. He was putting up much more of a fight, but was significantly weakened by just how much he was giggling.

Dick eventually had the squirmy redhead where he wanted him. He was mostly free to move around, laying on his stomach, but with Dick sitting over his shins, he knew what he was in for.

“Dick, c’mon… I wasn’t serious. I… I don’t even know how many freckles I have.” Wally was peering over his shoulder with pitiful, pleading eyes.

“We’ll see if you’re still saying that a few minutes later. I’m not taking any chances.”

“MINUTES—??” Wally yelped. Any further protest was not tolerated, Dick’s pointer fingers carefully scratched at the delicate skin behind his knees, teasing.

He couldn’t hold back his own giddy giggling when Wally exploded into hysterical laughter, squeaking, gasping, throwing himself from side to side.

“hEHEHLP ME!”

Dick glanced from side to side, before turning back. He pointed to himself and put on a puzzled expression for comedic effect.

“Ohm’god… I hate you…” Wally wheezed. At the smallest hint of him trying to prop himself up, Dick’s scritching picked up into an eager fluttering of his fingers.

And the scream that tore from Wally’s throat… Dick strongly flinched, having to pull back and cover his ears.

“Ow. My poor ears.” He ribbed. Wally’s giggling didn’t calm down for several minutes. Every time he stopped and lifted his head from the couch cushions to look at Dick, he’d lose composure all over again.

Dick’s smile could maybe be described as fond, “Geez, you’re just like Tim.” When he thought Wally wasn’t looking, he reached back to briefly skitter his fingers over the bottom of his foot.

As per usual, the Titans’ fearless leader must have been right. Wally was so startled, he let out just about the loudest snort Dick had ever heard from him, and vibrated to the other side of the room, face buried in his hands.

Near equally startled, Dick couldn’t stop himself from cackling and collapsing onto his back.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Wally whimpered, shrinking further into himself.

“I… I cahahan’t… you’re so cute.” Dick breathed out, patting his eyes dry on his sleeves.

Years ago, Kid Flash might have found that embarrassing. He might have thought it was a weird thing to say to your friend. But now, as The Flash, after even more years of kisses on the cheek from Donna, cuddling with Garth when he felt homesick, jokingly catcalling Roy pretty much every time their paths crossed, that way of thinking seemed ridiculous.

“No homo.”

Dick shrugged. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”

You weren’t really best friends if you couldn’t have that conversation. If you couldn’t immerse yourselves in it. At least that was what Wally thought.

Startled, Gin let go of her entirely, holding her hands up to show she was safe. “I’m so sorry, was that too intimate? I didn’t mean—”

“N-No, it’s…not that,” Higuchi said quietly, pulling her limbs into herself and suddenly looking very uncomfortable.

“Then…what is it?”

“I just…I haven’t shaved.” The last part was said so quietly that it was almost a whisper.

Gin caught herself in time before she laughed out loud. “I don’t care if you forgot to shave.”

The blonde was quiet. She darted her eyes up, but never quite made contact with Gin’s. “No, I mean…I don’t shave. I haven’t for years.”

“So?”

“And my…my hair…” Higuchi grasped some of the blonde wisps that had gotten stuck to her face in the playful scuffle. “I dyed this, but…my legs are natural.”

Gin frowned, confused and perhaps a little hurt. “Ichiyo. You don’t really think I care about any of that, do you?”

“It’s just that, you’re so feminine and pretty. I know you take good care of your hair and your body and like to look smooth and shiny—” Higuchi stopped when Gin gently put a hand on hers.

“Ichiyo, that’s my body. My choice to make for myself. It doesn’t mean I expect every woman to care about all of that. I don’t expect you to shave your legs just because I do. It’s your body. You do what you want with it.”

The blonde hesitated. “But won’t you think it’s gross?”

“No? It’s just hair. It’s natural, like you said.” Gin observed her girlfriend for a moment longer, then shifted so she was holding her hand properly, squeezing it gently. “If you don’t want me to see it or touch it or anything right now, that’s okay. We don’t have to. I’ll tickle you somewhere else – assuming you’re still okay with that,” she added quickly.

Higuchi’s cheeks had already been slightly pink, but now the color was prominent. It made her look so cute. “I just…don’t want you to think I’m dirty. Or too masculine. Or…anything. I want you to keep liking me, because I like you so much.”

The words made Gin’s heart soar, but she understood now wasn’t the time to focus on that last part. She grabbed her girlfriend’s chin and forced her to look up, to finally make eye contact for the first time. “I like you so much, too. Just the way you are. Hair or no hair, makeup or no makeup, belly fat or toned abs. Your personality is what draws me to you, Ichiyo. The rest isn’t nearly as important as that.”

A more comfortable silence settled between them after that. Higuchi took a moment to consider, and Gin let her have as much time as she needed. Finally, the blonde squeezed her hand back. “I guess I don’t mind if you…keep going. I just got scared. I don’t want you to tease me about it.”

The brunette smiled, then leaned in to kiss her tenderly, letting all her love for the other woman seep into the moment. When she pulled back, that playful twinkle had returned. She gradually shifted down to take hold of her girlfriend’s ankle. “Shut up, you know that I love you – but that’s enough of this spiral~”

Higuchi blinked in astonishment, her lips quirking despite herself. “Did…did you just quote Hazbin Hotel – ah! Ahahahahahaha no fahahahahahair, you dihihihihihidn’t wahahahaharn me!”

“Grabbing your ankle wasn’t warning enough?” Gin giggled, watching her face as she went right back to what she’d been doing before, slipping a couple of fingers under her pants leg to scribble at her calf. “Now, I want to know! Do you have ticklish legs?”

This time, the blonde sputtered and covered her face in embarrassment – the good kind, now – and whined, “Nohohohohohohoho!” Just as Gin had expected her to do from the beginning.

“Oh? So this doesn’t tickle?” she teased, scritching her unfairly manicured nails into her girlfriend’s skin. “Not even a little?”

“Gihihihihihihihihihin!”

The brunette smiled, keeping up her playful attack until Higuchi was back to laughing freely and squirming around like she always did when her body wanted to get away but her heart wanted her to stay put and soak in the rare moment of fun.