#lee!brant

Rover looked around, noticing the teasing, mischievous eyes that rested on both him and Brant, and then pressed his lips into a thing line while the heat crept up his face and a light shade of pink covered his skin. "…the others are looking, stop it," he muttered, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

"Bwahahah, oh my dear," Brant smiled, his voice loud and carefree, "only the best actors are gifted with the audience's gaze. Let them look, for I have nothing to hi—"

"S-shh!" Rover interrupted him, closing his fingers around Brant's lips and blushing a little harder at the sound of the Troupe giggling at them.

"Stop speaking nonsense, you're drun— agh!" Rover gasped in surprise, pulling his hand away as he felt Brant's tongue against his palm. He cringed, his nose wrinkling slightly as he wiped it off on the captain's shirt. "I'm serious."

"Hah," Brant smirked, wrapping one hand around Rover's waist and pulling him closer before he could increase the distance between them any further, "that's your first mistake. We are here to celebrate, aren't we?!" He spoke out loud, raising his cup with his free hand. Brant's smile widened as his troupe cheering along with him and turned his attention back to Rover when the sound died down again.

The captain took another large sip from his cup, sighing happily with his beverage. "Your second mistake is to think a mere round of drinks can take a toll on me, Rover," he smirked, his face inching closer, "now, why don't you give me a smile, hm? You've been a pile of nervous all night long and ending our gathering like that would be the most miserable of defehehe- h-hehey!"

Brant looked down to the small gap between his and Rover's chest, quickly spotting the other's hands clinging at the sides of his chest. Then, as Rover's fingers prodded again as the gaps between his ribs, Brant let out another surprised giggle, but only tightening his grip around Rover's body and the cup's handle. "W-why ahahare— AHaha, a-ahare yohou tihihickling me now?!"

"Because you wanted a smile, captain," Rover hissed, now a bit out of patience and somewhat annoyed after being forced into the center of the captain's stage. "I'm giving you one. Is it good enough? Or do you want more?"

"E-enohough!" Brant giggled, unsure if he should defend himself from the tickling or secure his drink, "i-it's plehehenty, Rohover! Y-you cahahan stop now!"

"So soon?" Rover teased, trying his best to ignore the chatter around them and the comments about his relation with the troupe's captain, listening only to those in their little crowd that telled him to continue. "Maybe if you acknowledge how drunk you already are, captain."

"I neheehever! AHAhah, n-nehever gehehet drunk!" Brant still managed to boast, flashing Rover with a confident grin just inches away from his face, "you'll hahahave t-to do mohore than this to tahahake me down!"

"Bet," Rover smirked, unknowingly joining the captain in his foolery. That surely was going to be a long night, full of stories to tell by the time the sun raised again.

A/N: Never expected to write for WuWa of all fandoms when I first started this TickleTober, but I guess being pushed out of the "comfort zone" is part of the fun