#lee!schlatt

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Connor huffed, collapsing onto the couch right next to Schlatt. Schlatt turned his head slowly, his annoyed face very clear to the hedgehog.

Connor frowned, looking up at Schlatt. He opened his mouth to speak, before Schlatt interrupted him.

"Connor, I just want to warn you, that if you are going to say anything about being bored, I am going to lose my fucking mind."

Connor couldn't help but laugh. It was a frequent complaint that the brunette had, and usually everybody suffered when he went through it.

"Well, boy do I have news for you."

The shorter paused, staring as the ram waited.

"I'm bored."

Schlatt groaned, rubbing at this eyes and setting down his book.

"Fine. You win. What do you want me to do about it?"

He was exasperated, and the only response his friend paid him was a simple shrug.

"Dunno."

"Do you wanna watch a movie?"

The taller said, hoping to find an end to their talk. Even though Schlatt loved Connor with his whole heart, running a business is hard work! And he needed time to recharge before he did shit again.

"I guess...."

But of course, the other hybrid had to make everything difficult. What did he even want if he didn't want a simple hang out session?

"You guess? Con, my man, it's a yes or no question."

They both laughed, and Connor finally gave a proper response.

"Fine. But only if it's not a horror movie. I can't stand those."

Schlatt nodded frantically, agreeing. Anything to get out of the conversation and into silently watching a movie.

He was quick to turn on some dumb Disney movie, picking Mulan since he knew for a fact it was among Connor's favorites.

Schlatt opened his book, reading through it as he thought the conversation had come to an end, and they would just watch the movie.

Connor though, seemed to not be even close to done. He snaked his arm around Schlatt's waist, his eyes glued to the screen. The ram didn't think it was anything different, his arm finding its place around his friend's shoulders. It was a common occurrence to find them holding onto each other, as best friends often did.

What Schlatt failed to see, was another common occurrence the two found themselves in the habit of doing.

Without saying a word, both of Connor's hands found their way to Schlatt's sides, and he immediately started taking advantage of that.

"Whahat the fuhuck-"

Schlatt tried his best to shut up, and not let Connor see his hard work pay off, but he was woefully unprepared for this.

The hedgehog simply shrugged, his hands finding their way to the ram's ribs. Maybe he'd think about not wearing a shirt around the house next time.

"Ohokay, ohOHKAY!"

Schlatt tried to back away, but his best friend only followed. He was still holding his book, and really didn't want to drop and ruin it.

"I told you I was bored. Maybe, next time, you won't try and shut me up with a movie. Tee Bee Ache, you kinda deserve it."

Schlatt was going to bring up the spelling of the acronym 'To Be Honest' out loud, but he couldn't focus on that, as Connor had wormed his way to his lower back, scratching at the area by his tail.

That actually made Schlatt collapse against the pillows, trying to squeeze out Connor's hands. But that only helped what he was trying to hurt, Connor moving one of his hands to come after his lower tummy.

Schlatt shook his head, trying to control the giggles that continued to leave his mouth. What didn't help, was that Connor said absolutely nothing as he fucked with him.

"Cohon, CohoHONNEHER!"

He tried to beg, watching the older look up at him.

"Yeah? What's up, Schlatt?"

The ram cackled, his head falling back to the pillow behind him. Of course he picked an asshole to be his best friend.

It took him a moment to process that he could be fighting back instead of sitting back and taking it.

Schlatt brought his hands down, trying to collect Connor's. He actually got a good grip on one of the smaller wrists before the tickles stopped, and bright blue eyes stared at him.

".....Heyyyy, Schlatt-"

He said, looking just a tad nervous. Good.

"Hehey, Connor."

Schlatt responded, a death stare finding its way to Connor.

Even through his short breathed giggles, Schlatt was a scary man. Usually it was to Connor's advantage! But this time? ....no, not really.

"Uhm, what's going on?"

Connor asked, testing the grip that the ram had on one of his hands, using the other to rub his palm on his pant leg.

Schlatt looked calm, shrugging.

"Nothing much. You want your hand back?"

He asked, doing his best to keep his growing smirk off his face.

"Yeah, uh, that'd be nice."

Connor replied, avoiding the other's eyes by trying to pry off the fingers that held the freedom of his hand.

"Wow. That's gotta suck, then."

He finally responded, the shorter looking up at him in confusion.

"What?"

He asked, but it was already too late. Schlatt held his hand palm up, furiously scribbling at it.

The hedgehog shrieked, the shock of his situation hitting harder than the movements themselves. His heel dug into the floor under the couch, and he tried to pull his hand back.

Schlatt wasn't giving in though, his nails scratching up and down the ridiculously sensitive area.

Connor was reduced to giggles, shaking his head as if he were embarrassed.

"The funniest thing about you, is that you don't even fight back! You just sit there and take it!"

The ram teased, watching his friend's face light up a bright red. He knew that he was right though, by the way he just shrinked into the couch.

He didn't respond, uselessly giggling. While that was a good spot, Schlatt wanted to try and get a different kind of laughter that he knew Connor could produce.

He gave the hands a rest, looking the hedgehog up and down. Eventually, before Connor could fully recover, his hands found their way to the other's sides, grinning as he did so.

"You should really just get good, Con."

He said, starting to quickly squeeze. Connor's giggles returned, and he tried to push at Schlatt's hands. It was only when the ram tried to scribble at his tummy that he fought back, actually pushing Schlatt's hands off of him and sitting up to dig into his hips.

Schlatt immediately retracted his hands, freezing up for a second before he weakly pushed at Connor's.

"Screhehew you!"

Connor exclaimed, moving a hand to claw once more at the other's lower back and tail area. Schlatt didn't take this well, but he didn't do much to stop it, too taken in by the sensations attacking his nervous system.

Connor took his time abusing that spot, Schlatt kicking his legs and basically unable to do anything. Finnally, after too much time (in Schlatt's opinion), he finally switched, one hand focusing on his ribs and the other scratching at the base of his horn.

The melt spot and regular tickles hit him like a truck, purring mixed with laughter tiring him out more than Connor probably meant to.

Eventually, he called out what Connor had been waiting to hear.

"Uhuhuncle! UhuncehEHELE!"

That led the older to finally stop, grinning widely at his friend.

"I won!"

He said proudly, rubbing away any ghosty tingles that stayed on Schlatt's skin.

"Oh fuhuck yohou."

Schlatt hissed in response, glaring. Of course, he'd have to get Connor back. But that'd happen on a day he didn't know to expect it.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

His friend asked, an innocent look plastered on his face.

He's more of a ler in my eyes, which makes him a force to be reckoned with

He'll play into the 'Tickle Monster' role, but his is a little more... chaotic. He'll hunt you essentially, calling out slyly about your demise and what will happen when he catches you. Once you're located, he'll wrestle with you and pin you down, doing that wild villain laugh when you're successfully in his grasp. Schlatt will then make good on those playful threats he promised earlier

Can and will use facial hair to his advantage Jesus Christ. Raspberries and nibbles will become so much worse when they're accompanied by his mutton chops

Very cautious of his horns and if they could hurt his lee, keeping track of them whenever his head is close to them

Will mock you and how helpless you are, but it's always lighthearted. "Awwww, you're just a giggly mess, aren't cha?" "Wow, you broke faster than I thought you would." "Listen to you laughing so hard, almost makes me wanna give you a break...almost." "Just a few fingers and you're already down?? Seriously??"

Loves playing the 'mean guy' but will end up being affectionate at some point. Man's will go from making fun of you to cooing over your laughter and ticklishness

Right! So, lee headcanons? I don't have as many but we'll see

Will hold our for as long as humanly possible to not laugh just to spite the ler

He is a kicker goddamn, so mind the hooves cause they will fly

Fights back and wrestles with the ler to keep them from tickling him, tries to swap the roles as quick as he can

Hearty laughter and quiet snickering is the usual spectrum of his laugh when being tickled

Ear/shoulder scratches get deep chuckling and snickering, while thigh/rib scratching gets rich, wild laughter

Lee:

Schlatt honestly isn’t Lee very often. Mostly because he gets uncomfortable at the thought of being that open with someone, and rarely ever lets someone tickle him willingly. Someone he’s close to would be an exception to this, though.

He is a very cocky Lee, to put it lightly. Even through hysterics he teases the Ler even about how bad they are at this, and how he could do much better. Half the time he isn’t even provoking - he just has a natural attitude.

His laugh is very cackly and he never really giggles at all, because if the tickles are light enough for giggling, he likely just holds back any noises at all.

His ram horns are his worst spot, especially around the base where they potrude from. His laugh tends to get very strained and wheezy when this spot is tickled, he can’t handle it for too long.

You know how he’s a goat hybrid? He bleats if he’s taken off guard by someone tickling him. He tends to get a little shy about this, but if anyone dares mention the thought of him being nervous, he will not hesitate to be absolutely merciless when he gets you back.

Has zero tolerance for tickling. If you poke this man’s sides and warn him about quietening down, he will not utter a single word for the rest of the day out of pure fear.

Has only ever experienced a Lee mood once in his entire life, and only Wilbur has lived to tell the tale.

He can’t handle teasing. Especially things like cooing, because although he adamantly denies it through his laughter, eventually he just self-destructs and reduces himself to just senseless babbling and half-formed sentences because of how embarrassed he is.

He insults the Ler to no end. He makes fun of them, half-heartedly fights back, swears at them, etc. If you tickle him for long enough he’ll stop though, and just sort of melt.

Ler:

Merciless as hell. Unless the Lee specifically asks for it, he’ll always give rough tickles which focus on their worst spots. He’s the best man to go to if you’re in a Lee mood that won’t allow you to ask for it, because he has a short temper, and has difficulty telling the difference between just being a dick and provoking.

That means that if you provoke him for tickles he’ll assume you’re just being an ass and will tickle you until you apologise to him sincerely. If you provoke him then he’ll light-heartedly call you “Brat” while he tickles you. If you didn’t provoke him he’d likely just call you “Buddy” or “Kiddo”.

That being said, if you do ask him for gentle tickles, he’ll gladly give them to you and is shockingly good at them. He tends to go all soft for whoever asked him for gentle tickles and will whisper short teases in their ear, just because at this point he doesn’t have the heart to poke fun at them like he does with all his other Lees.

You know how he has a beard/stubble? He uses that to his advantage and raspberries are his absolute favourite weapon, because it just makes it tickle more. He does that thing where you squeeze the Lee’s hips and once they arch their back, put your arms between the floor and their back so they can’t move away and then blow lots of raspberries on their tummy.

If he’s close to the Lee, he likes nuzzling his face into their neck or against one of their spots, because his beard tends to tickle them quite a bit. Then he acts like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, or why they’re giggling.

Is the type to tickle someone into admitting something to him. Most of the time it’s because he muttered that they were cute and they disagreed with him, leading to an onslaught of tickles until they either went silent or agreed to call themselves cute.

“What’s wrong? Oh, it’s too much, is it? You just can’t take it, can you? Too bad. You know what you have to do, brat.”

“The fuck you mean ‘please’? You asked me for this. Do you want me to keep going or not? Yeah? Then stop your whining, I’m gonna give you what you want.”