#cefsdrabble

It was almost too peaceful, but they all had silently agreed that the irregularity of the situation was certainly not unwelcome. Even so, Anxiety could not help but feel as though something should happen. Like something was scheduled to happen today, but the event had consciously stopped itself from occurring as to give the sides the rest that they needed.

As much as Virgil was happy about the rest, he was also feeling unsettled because of it. His eyes glanced around the commons as he watched his boyfriends all doing their own things. From Logan working on his laptop atop the couch across from him, to Patton who was washing dishes in the kitchen, and Roman who had conjured himself a silent keyboard and was diligently practicing on the other side of the room; they were all distracted with their own doings.

He frowned lightly and began taking off of his headphones, pausing his music in the process. He arose from the couch watching to see if anyone else noticed his movement. Unfortunately, they didn't. A small grunt that could have been mistaken for a whine escaped his throat as he trudged to his normal spot on the stairs.

He turned towards the two busy bodies before him, either choosing not to pay attention to him or were legit too busy to notice. He pouted slightly about to get their attention when Patton emerged from the kitchen carrying a towel and a plate, that he gently set down on the table. His attention turned to his boyfriend on the stairs as he cocked his head slightly in confusion.

A silent conversation was exchanged between them ending with mischievous grins plastered on both faces. It was then Virgil who started the event of the day.

“TICKLE FIGHT!” He shouted against the silence of the mindscape! It was Patton that moved first. He rushed towards the laptop adorned logical aspect, the shout from Virgil jolting him out of his work trance.

Logan couldn’t react before the computer was stripped from his hands and placed on the desk. “Hey-Eep!!” The hands now squeezing his sides cut off his protests, turning them into silent giggles complete with a small squeak at the beginning.

Virgil grinned and rushed at Roman who had only just turned off the silent keyboard and removed his own pair of headphones to check to see if everyone was alright. His eyes passed over the sight of a giggling Logan underneath Patton just before his gaze whipped to see a flying Virgil knocking him off of his piano stool and onto the floor with a sound oof.

“Ahh!” He shouted immediately grabbing Anxiety’s wrists, stopping their pathway to his armpits. Roman bit his lip, fighting off his boyfriend who had a rare playful glint shining in his eyes. The royal analyzed the situation around him before finally understanding what it was that Virgil wanted. He smirked still struggling against Virgil’s advancement above him. “Ohoho! Virgil wanting attention...I see.”

Virgil kept up fighting against Roman’s hands to slip his own into his target, but ultimately failing each time. “Don’t act like it’s not what you want every second of everyday, Princey!” He growled playfully. The royal only laughed and quickly flipped their positions, Virgil’s back hitting softly against the floor. “Oof!”

“Virgey want some attention?” Roman cooed and wiggled his fingers above his sides, a nervous smile spreading slowly across the anxious aspect’s face. “Hey Patton! I think Virge wants some attention.”

The moral aspect turned his body towards the pair and relieved a giggling Logan’s sides from his squeezing motions. “Oh he does, does he?” As Logan slinked against the couch his chuckles dying out, Patton teasingly strolled up to Virgil and knelt beside him, exchanging mischievous glances with Roman.

“N-no!” Virgil instantly brought up his hands to protect his person only to find them restrained to the floor, one by each aspect.

“Oh I think he does! He wants all the attention! I’ll get his ribs!” Patton’s menacing giggles only further irked Anxiety’s smile, as he began lifting his shirt slowly.

“Ohoho! His armpits and sides are mine then!” Roman lightly dusted his fingers over his targets of interest causing a small squeak to emit.

“Oh Virgil! That was adorable.” Patton pointed out and instantly scuttled his fingers over Virgil’s ribs. As soon as the grazes scraped each of his rib bones, Virgil began giggling.

“Nonononononononohohohohohoho!!!” The darker aspect wiggled all around trying to get away from their ticklish touches, unfortunately Roman and Patton held him down fast. Soon those giggles gave way into belly laughter, both advancing aspects upping their intensity and speed.

Virgil was wiggling all over the place, save for his arms that were strapped down to the floor. “Tickle tickle Virgey-poo!” Roman teased as he changed tactics and began swirling his fingers in the darker facet’s armpits, almost causing him to squeak with laughter. Virgil shut his eyes tight trying to fight the urge to allow his reflexes to take over. Soon, the touches let up and he was allowed a moment to rest, but it didn’t last for long.

“Coming to join us Logan?”

“Yes. It seems Virgil requires titillation and stimulation, but perhaps not to the extent you two were taking it.” Virgil opened his eyes now looking up at Logan who was kneeling down next to his side. He felt his arms shift as Patton and Roman moved to accommodate the new form. “Don’t tickle so hard. I believe Virgil just wants a small amount of stimulation. Observe.”

Logan took the liberty to gently peel the darker facet’s shirt back and run his fingers over his tummy, lightly and teasingly. Virgil broke out into tiny giggles again, gently squirming at the relaxing feeling on his bare belly. “Is this what you wanted Virgil?”

Not wanting his words to come out jumbled, all the darker aspect could do was nod, causing a tiny smirk to worm it’s way onto the logical aspect’s face. Matching smirks soon creeped onto Patton and Roman’s face and one-by-one their hands re-joined the fray.

And this continued for the next five minutes. Virgil would blush, giggle, snort and do his best not to shrug the comforting but tickling hands off of him. Each hand jumping from tickle spot to tickle spot.

“Alright I think he’s had enough.” Patton finally said as he retracted his hands and scratched his head thoughtfully. The other two followed suite as they let the giggling Virgil regain his lost strength and breath. Once he did, he got off the floor, stretched, and leaned into the prince who happily held him close, cooing at how adorable their boyfriend was being.

The bespectacled pair watched on with fondness as Roman carried Virgil to the couch, cuddling him once he had sat down. Patton was about to join them, when a statement from Logan stopped him wide-eyed in his tracks.

“Alright then. I believe it’s high time I got my own revenge.” Logan turned to Patton with the same glint of mischievousness Patton had given him at the beginning of his endeavor. And Patton hadn’t even started running when he was quickly caught by the logical aspect and tickled the same as he had been.

The fanciful aspect turned towards the door to Logan’s room, listening carefully before announcing his presence. “Logan? Are you...alright?”

“Hm? Oh yes. I’m quite fine Roman. I will be out of my room a little later than normal today.” Roman quirked an eyebrow in his hair. Logan was never one to break tradition or habit without a legitimate reason. And with this response, Roman wasn’t given one.

“Really?” Princey questioned, sarcasm present in his voice. “And why is that?” He leaned his ear to the door hoping to hear something else. All he heard was the faint sound of a turning page.

“No reason. I’ll meet you in kitchen later Roman.” Said aspect outside the door wasn’t buying it.

“No reason? Is that the best excuse the qwerty professor could come up with? You know I don’t buy that.”

“Roman, please-”

“If you can't come up with a valid excuse,  I'm going to come in there and expose whatever it is you are trying to hide from me! 3!”

“Roman please no I’m-”

“2!”

“Roman I swear I'm not doing anything you don’t need to-”

1!”

“Please leave me alone!”

“I'm coming in!” Roman burst into the door closing it behind to see a sight he’d never thought he’d see with his own two eyes. Logan, in all of his glory was sitting on his bed, red in the face, looking straight at Roman, dressed in only his Unicorn onesie and necktie. Logan grumbled as Roman clasped his hands over his mouth taking in the hilarious sight. “Oh...my...stars! You have a onesie!” Logan rolled his eyes in annoyance and set his book down, seeing as his focus was going to be broken for the rest of the morning.

“Yes. Now if you’d kindly leave me alone-” But before Logan could make or even ask Roman to leave, the fanciful aspect was already walking up to him.

“And a unicorn onesie nonetheless! Is it soft?” Roman reached a hand to stroke Logan’s shoulder only to have it batted away.

“Yes Roman. Go-”

“I had no idea you enjoyed fantasy as well! You could have chosen any realistic animal, but here you are! In a unicorn onesie!” He continued trying to pet the soft onesie’s fabric only to have his hand batted away, until Logan finally gave up on detouring the stubborn prince from his mission.

“Roman! Stop! Please! Oh confound it. If it will make you stop bugging me then you can pet me.” A gleaming, victorious smile grew on Roman’s face as his hand touched the fabric of Logan’s shoulders and arms. At first the logical aspect was confused by the physical touch, but soon found it comforting. Noticing this, Roman didn’t stop.

“Its so fluffy I’m going to die!” He continued stroking the soft fur down Logan’s chest and up around his shoulders.

“Impossible. One cannot die from ‘fluffiness' alone.” Logan huffed irritatedly, slightly squirming as Roman’s fingers trailed close to his sides.

“It's an expression Adamant Apple…” Roman’s voice died out as he noticed Logan’s subtle shifts in his body. He looked at the position of his hands in regards to where they were on Logan’s body. It was only then that it dawned on him. He delivered a sharp poke to what looked like the top of Logan’s ribs. The onesied side jumped immediately.

“Roman.” Logan breathed out warningly, but the fanciful aspect already had the biggest grin across his face and Logan knew what he was in for the moment the prince chuckled darkly. “What’s this? You’re soft and ticklish?! My, and here I was thinking the great logical aspect could not be phazed by anything!!” Logan tried to escape, but Roman held him fast in his grasp as he stood up, dragging Logan off the bed with him to their feet.

“Roman!” Logan yelled out in a desperate attempt.

“Oh. Just take it like the strong professor you are Logan. You know how this prince stops at nothing to get what he wants! And what I want you to do...is laugh!!!” Logan squirmed in Roman’s strength, already mentally preparing himself for not letting prince have any satisfaction in seeing him break.

And it began all too soon. The prince scuttled his fingers over the top of Logan’s ribs, finding the spaces between the bones through the lush fabric. Logan bit his lip, occasionally letting out a small grunt whenever Roman hit a particularly ticklish spot. The prince lavished in the fact they he was driving Logan mad, or that he will once he found his ‘death spot’.

“Ro-Roman!!”

“Yes nerd? What is it?”

“S-stop it!” Roman chuckled darkly, now tickling down his ribs to Logan’s sides.

“Stop what?” Logan thrashed a bit harder to get out of Roman’s grasp, but was held fast by the stronger side.

“You know w-what!” Logan’s voice fluctuated as the ticklish sensations reached a more sensitive spot.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.” Logan could hear the amusement dripping from Roman’s voice. The logical aspect could only growl in protest.

“Roma-an!” Logan yelled, his voice going slightly higher pitched as Roman began to tweak his sides.

“You’ve called my name like twice now, is something bothering you?”

“OH for goodness sahahahahahahahakes!!!” All Roman had to do to get Logan to burst out laughing was to claw at his hips. And sense neither his belt nor his jeans were in the way, Logic’s sensitivity was maximized. “Your laughter is wonderous Logan! And for someone as serious as you, it’s quite astounding that your laugh is even more contagious than Patton’s!”

Logan continued laughing, unable to answer and beating at Roman’s chest to make him stop. It was only until Logan began crying tears of laughter did Roman finally decide he’d had enough. Roman’s fingers had initially trailed to Logan’s stomach, finding the belly fur of the Unicorn onesie to be super soft, but it seemed as if Logan couldn’t handle having his sides and tummy tickled at the same time.

Roman ceased most of his movements, only leaving a single finger circling around Logan’s navel through the onesie as he released his hold on the logical aspect. Logan quickly batted Roman’s hand away as soon as he was free and jumped away, putting a good three yards distance between himself and the prince. He panted, tiny giggles still escaping his mouth from the onslaught.

“Are...you...quite finished?” Logan bent over, trying to regain his stamina and lost dignity. Roman only grinned.

“For now, my steed.”

“I am not your steed and neither am I a horse.”

“That’s right! You’re a unicorn!” Roman smiled now, finding the irritation on Logan’s face even more amusing than his laughter.

“Because of this, you are making dinner.” Logan took a chance at stomping up to his fellow side, pointing a finger accusingly at his chest, then making his way out of the room, still dressed in his unicorn onesie.

“Fine by me.” The prince mumbled out of Logan’s ear shot. Roman could only laugh as he heard Patton’s ‘awwing’ and Virgil’s jesting as Logan’s defensive shouts filled the mindscape when he had undoubtedly walked into the kitchen. Oh it truly was a great start to an almost perfect day.