#lee!jade

Floyd? Oh, he's totally open to it. He'd childishly admit, "It tickles!" while just taking it. Basically, he'd just giggle and soak it all in.

As for Jade, I'd say he wouldn't really mind. It depends on just how gentle the tickling is. If it's soft enough, he might stay perfectly still, continuing whatever he was doing before or simply closing his eyes and letting the ler do as they please. But if the tickling gets even slightly less gentle, he'd definitely start commenting on it, since he wouldn't be able to sit upright anymore and would start twitching here and there.

Azullll....I don't want to make him seem like a tsundere, but it would absolutely fluster him. Gentle tickling would probably keep him constantly on edge. Not light enough for him to stay quiet, yet not intense enough to make him laugh properly. So he'd end up embarrassed by the whole 'not enough' situation, since he's too ticklish to relax like Jade does and too stubborn to give in like Floyd does.

R: Role | Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?

Floyd: Heavy switch. Literally, in his alchemy wear card, he first says, "It tickles!" and then immediately follows it up with, "I'm gonna get you back" so he's a pretty solid 50/50 switch. Maybe he leans slightly more toward being a ler, though, because not many people are brave enough to tickle him.

Jade: Ler. He probably wouldn't enjoy being tickled himself. He'd be more amused by the fact that someone is trying to tickle him than by the tickling itself. So ler feels like the closest option for him.

Azul: Oh god, how do I even explain this. Lee?? Ler?? Honestly, I feel like this man hates tickling in every possible aspect like, just the fact that it exists. He definitely wouldn't enjoy being tickled because it completely breaks the composed image he works so hard to maintain. But at the same time, he probably wouldn't go out of his way to tickle someone else either. Partly because he'd think why bother? and partly because he'd be terrified of them getting revenge on him afterward. So maybe he's technically more of a lee...but a very unwilling one.

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)

Floyd: He'd mostly just stay with his lee afterward. Maybe a few random hugs here and there, but for the most part, he'd just keep talking about moments from the session. Do you remember that part? I liked it when you did that! Stuff like that. He'd be very openly enthusiastic about reliving the fun of it all.

Jade: Apologizing. Yeah, he'd definitely say sorry but not entirely mean it...More for the sake of decency and politeness than genuine regret. Still, he'd probably ask if his lee needed anything afterward and make sure they were at least somewhat comfortable.

Azul: Also apologizing, but unlike Jade, he might actually mean it. Or not. It really depends on how the lee reacted to the session. If they seemed genuinely overwhelmed, he'd start overthinking everything immediately. He'd spend the next few hours hovering around them, helping with basic things and constantly checking if they were okay.

“You seem… upset,” Jade noted, pursing his lips.

“Riddle’s bein’ annoying’…” Floyd crossed his arms, pouting.

“Is he now?”

“I keep trying to talk to him, but he’s all like, ‘Get away from me, Floyd!’ or ‘I’m busy!’. Blah blah blah!” Floyd turned his head, facing the other.

Jade raised a brow. “That never bothered you before.”

“I know, but…” Floyd paused for a second, trailing off, before he let out another groan, more emphasized this time.

Jade stayed silent, thinking, before a lightbulb seemed to light up in his head. “Does this.. have anything to do with your feelings for him?”

Floyd made eye contact with his twin. “I knew nothing ever would get past you,” He replied, but didn’t deny Jade’s words.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice my own brother skipping work to bother a certain redhead? The amount of complaints Azul has had for you recently..” Jade put a hand over his heart, feigned shock in his features.

“It doesn’t matter anyway, when he keeps avoiding me,” Floyd rolled over against the bed so he was laying on top of the pillows horizontally. Jade stood up from the desk, sitting at the edge of his bed, beside his brother.

“Perhaps, talk to him.” Jade rubbed Floyd’s back in what he hoped was a comforting matter. Floyd was never one to be against touch, especially with him, but how effective it was in cheering him up varied.

Floyd invited the touch, most likely unconsciously, but leaning into it nonetheless.

“I…” Floyd seemed shy, something that was very unlike him. Jade was sure if he was anyone else, Floyd wouldn’t be so vulnerable. “I don’t know how,” Floyd admitted with a sigh. “I’m so used to annoyin’ him and messin’ with him, but I don’t know how else to act around him.”

Floyd shoved his face into the pillow, growling at it in irritation.

“And?” Jade pushed, sensing that Floyd had more to say.

“I don’t want him to be annoyed with me anymore.”

Jade’s eyes widened. This was a very interesting thing for Floyd to say, because it was Floyd. Floyd never cared what people thought of him. Jade chuckled to himself. Love really does change people, doesn’t it?

Floyd seemed to take his chuckle as mocking and he lightly shoved him away, a half-hearted glare on his face.

“In my opinion, perhaps, start with small changes. You don’t have to switch up immediately. Slowly, you’ll adjust,” Jade told him. Plus, he had a suspicion that Riddle, if not returned his feelings, at least enjoyed his presence. If Floyd was truly a nuisance, Riddle had ways of being alone, yet he was almost always found in places where a certain eel had a high chance of appearing.

“You’re right,” Floyd huffed. “As always..”

Jade resisted another chuckle, gently pinching Floyd’s side. His smile widened when Floyd flinched. “Don’t be like that, dear brother.”

He curled his index around Floyd’s waist, eliciting a gasp from the other.

“Jade!” Floyd said, but there was no tone of annoyance detected, so Jade took that as a sign to continue. It made sense. Floyd had never been against tickling, whether he was tickling someone or he was being tickled. It was typically only Azul who would fight against it, though Jade suspected it was only to keep up pretenses. Jade brought his other hand to Floyd’s hips, squeezing at the sensitive skin.

“Yes, Floyd?” Jade tilted his head, innocently, idly tapping and gliding his fingers across Floyd’s torso. If Floyd hadn’t known what he was doing, Jade was sure it would've seemed like a mere accident.

“Stahahap ihihit! I’ll gehehet you bahahack!” Floyd didn’t bother hiding his giggles and Jade smiled. Laughter was quite a contagious thing and it seemed Jade was no less resistant to it than anyone else.

Jade swallowed, slowly. He was sure that Floyd definitely would get him back, but that was a problem for the future, he decided. His hands roamed to opposite sides of Floyd’s stomach as he scribbled and scratched any place he could reach.

The shirt Floyd was wearing provided no protection. Perhaps, if he had been wearing his full uniform, but he was only wearing the white polo shirt that was underneath anything. Perhaps, it would teach Floyd a lesson to wear his uniform properly, Jade joked to himself, knowing that it most certainly would not.

“Gahahaa! Jahahade!” Floyd flipped over, his back facing the headboard as he faced Jade, his hands uselessly pawing at Jade’s nimble fingers. Jade moved up towards his ribs, poking in between the bones and pinching the skin. Jade reveled in Floyd’s laughter becoming more high-pitched.

“You are quite ticklish. Must suck being in your position, no?” Jade teased, but Floyd seemed to not hear him, too caught up in his giggling fit, his face flushed. Despite Floyd’s flailing hands, he didn’t particularly seem to be putting in any strength in getting away from Jade, not even trying.

Jade had to admit, it made things much, much easier on his end.

It went on for several more minutes, until Floyd was practically screaming with laughter. The last thing they needed was someone barging in, thinking Jade was getting murdered or something. Though, that fate may not be much different from Floyd’s current predicament.

Jade stopped his tickling hands, allowing Floyd a chance to catch his breath. Floyd had a bright smile on his face, a complete switch-up from the depressing and frustrated aura radiating from him when he entered the room, and Jade said as so.

“You seem much more calm.”

“‘Course I am cuz now, I’m gonna get you back!”

“A-already?” Jade’s eyes widened, though he supposed he should have expected that. He backed away, moving from the bed and closer to the door, while trying not to look panicked. Because he definitely wasn’t. At all.

It was just that he never got tickled much! It was always Floyd and Azul, not him! So forgive him for avoiding it! It didn’t take long for Floyd to catch up, though. Jade reasoned that he was going easy on him, but Floyd didn’t listen as he began to tickle the other with a devious grin on his face.

“Hahahaha!” Jade broke after trying to conceal his giggles and Floyd’s smile widened. It was like a dam had been destroyed because Jade couldn’t get himself to stop laughing.

Amidst the laughter, he swore he heard Floyd thank him, but he couldn’t tell if it was his imagination. Floyd started to tickle his hips, squeezing and kneading.