Itâs Fionaâs and the writers birthday~ Cylia is the first awake in their apartment and finds a still sleeping Fiona next to her.
Warnings: one sided Tickles, mentions of death, (cat?), swearing
Cylia grumbled when she woke up and looked straight at pillows and their cat Cookie. She hummed at the kitten and stoked itâs head before looking down a bit, not moving much as she had noticed that Fiona was laying on her left arm.
Just as thought. Today was the day, Fionaâs birthday. A day the ash born haired individual disliked. Actually not the day itself but more the fact of celebrating it, after all whenever she tried to celebrate it there had always been an inconvenience and almost five years ago, on her celebration day which was two days after her birthday, she had lost someone very special to her.
Cylia turned around and looked at Fiona. She looked peaceful like this it was a fact the red head couldnât deny. She let her right hand which was free trace the girls back.
A soft smile spread across the smallest face, surprising the older, after all Fiona wasnât all that ticklish over the day, all youâd get was soft titters and a weakened puddle or no reaction at all. Before the taller knew it an evil plan formed in her head and a sly smirk formed on her lips. Her left arm curled in slightly and traced her ear, the other went to skitter around her back ribs near her spine. Fionaâs reaction took a few seconds but small bubbly giggles slowly filled the air and Fiona opened her eyes before squeezing them shut again. âMehnehehe Cylihiah!â The smaller giggled out. Cylias smirk vanished and a adoring smile replaced it when she heard the younger giggle âhappy birthday Fione..â she whispered into her hair âIhIHitâs Fiohohonaha! LEHehet gohOHo, Cyhyliha!â The ash brown haired female demanded and caught the hand that was tracing her ear. âNaw just a little longer~? You can hold out until then right?â Fiona hid in her attackers shirt âsuhure ihi can! NeheHEHe!â A soft gasp escaped her when the skitters turned into squeezes. âCyhylihaha! NoHOho~â the taller chuckled âno? Changed your mind?â She grinned when the smaller shook her head and tried to free her arm which was trapped underneath the others arm. âFuhUhuck Cyhyhyl!â Fiona cursed out when the taller traced up her spine making her arch slightly at the maddening feeling âlanguage Fione!â The attacker grinned and quickly jumped underneath her friends shirt âCYHYL!â The girl shrieked and wiggled around âWhat? Are you getting more ticklish over time or have I just never been paying enough attention?â Fiona blushed âyouHUhur haHAhandâs coHOhold!â She protested âAhand my nAhAhahame is STIHihill FihIHionaha!â Cylia chuckled âreally? I thought it was Fione~ and isnât it good that my hands are cold?â She chuckled. Fiona squirmed and finally let go of Cylias other hand which descended into her armpit in an instant ânoHOho! YouHUhuâre suhUhuch ahan AhAharsehe!â She yipped out earning a gasp form the red head âexcuse me? Me? An ass? If I were Iâd be the most beautiful one.â She grinned at her friends laugh âHahaHAHaha ahAhAhalright~â The younger yelped when her friends cold hand found her stomach, yet the position needed Cylia to free the trapped arm. âGYahAHAha~ CyHYhYl IhIHihit feHEheheels SoHOhoho weHeheird! CYHYHYL!â Cylia giggled and nuzzled into her friends head âGood weird or bad weird?â Fiona didnât say anything for a bit, the room full of soft laughs and giggles. âGoHOohod!â She finally giggled out, followed by a hiccup. Cylia was taken aback by it but laughed at her and retreated to the ash browns side. âNahAhAhaha OhOHohokayhyhi! StoHOhop~â she called and Cylia let up. The smaller a after giggles and hiccups filled the room with soft meows from Cookie who had sat by them and listened to them. âYou okay Fiona?â Cylia asked when the giggles died down. Fiona and Cylias eyes locked. âYeah Iâm good, thank you..â she mumbled and hugged the other, hiding in her shirt. If Cookie could say anything sheâd say thank you as well, due to the small attack Fiona seems rather calm then sad. Cylia smiled and hugged the smaller âHappy birthday, Fione.â She said with a sly grin before a huff of air left her system due to a punch in the gut âFiona!â The ash brown haired female corrected with a pout before sitting up and quickly straddling Cylia and letting her hands scribble and squeeze up and down Cylias sides. And again the room was filled with laughter, yet this time with hysterical cackles.