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Summary - MePad attempts to dissuade Taco from continuing to spy on the others.
Word Count - 790
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It was nighttime, and Taco and MePad were outside of Hotel OJ, situated behind a pair of bushes that obscured them from view, so as to not be spotted by the hotel residents.
Taco, however, was peering over the bushes and into the hotel windows, catching the occasional glimpse of Pickle or Microphone walking by.
MePad watched her from behind, noting the obvious dejection present in her demeanor.
It had been a long day, and MePad understood why Taco felt the way that she did. He did not, however, think that continuing to observe her old companions was the best course of action for that night.
Standing up, MePad slowly approached Taco from behind, reaching out his leg to gently tap her on her side.
“Taco…”
As he made contact, however, Taco nearly jumped out of her tortilla, letting out a small yelp and spinning around to face him.
MePad immediately retracted, concern evident in his expression.
“Are you alright? I did not mean to cause you any harm.”
“No no, you-” Taco sputtered, settling back down, “it just… startled me. And, tickled, a little.”
Before MePad could respond, Taco turned back around, focusing her attention on the windows of the hotel once more.
Despite not being aware of it, Taco had just given MePad an idea. There had already been a lot of speaking that day, so perhaps he should attempt a different strategy to try and get her to rest.
As Taco watched the inside of the hotel, hoping to spot some activity, she heard footsteps approach her from behind.
She listened as they stopped, being followed by the sound of something large dropping to the ground.
Taco considered turning to see what MePad was up to, but didn’t quite get the chance, as one of his legs came to loop around her, pulling her slightly back.
“MePad? What are-”
Taco cut herself off with a squeak, as MePad, sitting behind her, brought his other leg over and carefully pressed his heel into the side of her shell, beginning to lightly trace along the u-shaped surface.
“Whaha- MehePad!” Taco giggled, lightly shoving at his legs.
“It is my recommendation that you step away from the windows for tonight. I do not think that continuing to survey will do you any further good.” MePad stated, continuing to gently trace along her shell.
“Buhut I juhust- aCK!” Taco began, being cut off once more as MePad’s other heel made contact with her other side, starting to trace it, as well.
“Regardless of your rationale, I still advise that you give it a break for now. Focus on planning your next move, instead.”
“How abohout I fohocus on breheaking you instehead!” Taco attempted to sound intimidating, gripping onto MePad’s ankles.
“Threats do not hold quite as much weight when they are interspersed with giggles.” MePad noted, a hint of playfulness discernible in his tone.
“Oh, yohou lihittle…”
Before she could finish her retort, MePad’s heels settled against the lowest point of Taco’s sides, making contact with either end of her shell’s rectangular base. He dug his heels slightly rougher into the area, prompting Taco to burst out laughing.
“BAHA- NOHOHO! STOHOP THAHAT!”
MePad did as requested, halting the action and pulling his legs back. Taco leaned slightly forward as she caught her breath.
Silently, MePad stood, backing further away from the bushes before sitting back down.
Taco gave the hotel one final glance before letting out a sigh. Turning, she walked over to MePad and sat down next to him.
MePad looked down at Taco, tentatively bringing one of his legs around her and placing it by her front. Taco simply crossed her arms, turning her gaze elsewhere.
MePad took that as the go-ahead.
His other leg joined the first, with his heels then being pressed into Taco’s front, beginning to gently knead the surface.
Taco snickered, placing one hand on one of MePad’s ankles, and the other against his screen, lightly pushing at him.
“Odd how we fight battles we want to lose.” MePad teased in his usual calm, collected tone.
“Oh behe quiehet yohou!”
MePad continued the action for a few minutes before Taco waved him off.
“Okahay okahay, that’s enohough of thahat.” She giggled, with MePad pulling his legs back.
“Are you going to return to the windows?” He questioned as he watched Taco breathe.
“No, you’re right. It's better we make our move tomorrow.” She yawned.
“Glad to hear it.”
As the pair sat together under the light of the moon, a certain sense of calm seemed to fill the surrounding air. They soon began to drift off, nestled away in their hiding spot, where together, the weight of the world felt just a bit lighter.
uhh... Lee Taco and Ler Mic...fic.... perhaps... where Taco is usually a Ler but uhh she gets in a little Lee mood and uhm :3 can be uh /r or not if you want also this would be in like...s4..!! You don't have to do this if you don't want I don't want to force you
Tacomic gulpsies/silly
I couldnt choose one picture
Tacomic tickle fic!
Lee Taco, ler Microphone
This was intended as a ship
THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC! It's just about them tickling each other! If you don't like that or are uncomfortable, please just scroll
Warnings: none
Nsfw dni
Fic under cut
Taco stumbled around the area, her face a little red.
This is embarrassing.
Why is she thinking about getting tickled so much?! Why is that the only thing on her mind?!
Taco groaned, finding a small grassy area to sit. Her shift at the reality restaurant ended a few minutes back, thankfully right around when the lee mood struck her out of nowhere. That meant she could rest until this damned mood faded away.
Taco sighed, leaning against a nearby tree and shutting her eyes.
"...Hi, Taco!"
She flinched, looking up at who spoke.
Microphone stood above her, a soft smile on her lips while she looked down at Taco.
"I- Oh- uh, greetings, Microphone." Taco tried to sound casual despite the embarrassing thoughts circling around in her head. "What are you up to?" Taco asked. Her voice had a forced relaxed tone. Microphone could take notice of it, taking in the small details. She did that often. It was one of the many things Taco liked about Microphone.
Microphone shrugged. "Nothing, much." She waved her hand dismissively. Microphone sat next to the other despite no invitation; Taco didn't argue about it, smiling the tiniest bit.
"Nothing interesting is really happening right now, so I was just walking to look for something to do.. and saw you!" Microphone waved a hand in Tacos direction for emphasis. Taco flinched at her arm, her face deepening in red once she comprehended she twitched away.
Microphone froze, raising an eyebrow at Taco. "...You okay?" She asked.
Taco forced a titter. "Of course!" She exclaimed, her voice a little strained.
Microphones expression could silently tell Taco that she knew something was up.
"...I...Iiiii'm having.. a predicament." Taco murmured. Microphone raised an eyebrow. "As in?.." She waved her hand in a motion to signal for Taco to continue. Taco scratched her head, looking up in thought.
"Uh.. ehh.." She took in a sharp breath before plopping herself against Mics side, snickering awkwardly before speaking. "Uh.. lee mood." Taco whispered quietly.
Taco and Microphone knew about eachothers enjoyment in it; but usually it was Taco who took over the ler role, which made this more embarrassing for the poor taco.
Microphone blinked, putting a hand on her mouth to avoid giggling at Taco. "Oh- eheh- you're in a lee mood?" Microphone asked for clarification, gently rubbing Tacos back. Taco made a small noise in reply; Mic could assume she was grinding her teeth while speaking since she sounded muffled in a weird way. Microphone moved her hand over near Tacos side, rubbing one of the lettuce pieces that loosely hung in her. Taco squeaked.
"Aw.. I'm sure I could help with that!" Microphone exclaimed, adjusting to face Taco more, which forced Taco to sit up and let go of Mic while she turned. Taco sat there frozen for a moment before realizing Mic was waiting for permission. "Oh- uh.." Taco looked another direction, refusing to look Microphone straight in the eyes as she nodded her head.
Microphone quickly pulled Taco onto her lap, rubbing her head to help her become more comfortable. "Eheh.. Now, where to start.." Microphone whispered to herself, her hands hovering around Taco's abdomen while Microphone debated where to begin. Tacos breath hitched, another squeak coming from her as she covered her face with her hands to hide the red on her face.
Microphone smiled softly, deciding to start by tracing the edge of Tacos shell on her sides. Taco squeaked for the 100th time, her limbs coming close to herself as she practically curled up into a tiny ball. Microphone let out a tiny "aww," before she could stop it, finding Tacos behavior rather endearing.
Taco squirmed slightly, yet didn't seem to actually be trying to escape rather than just move instinctively.
"I've barely even done anything?" Microphone giggled. Taco shook her head, nuzzling into her palms to hide her face and muffle snickers.
As Mic continued tracing, she put a hand on Tacos other side to help her, a small support. Taco leaned into the extra hand, small giggles beginning to leave her, the hands she covered her face with seeming to fail at quieting her laughter. Microphone couldn't tell if that was even Tacos aim rather than only hiding the red on her face.
"You're the cutest." Microphone murmured playfully. She didn't intend it as a tease, yet Taco got louder in an attempt to drown Microphone out. "Noho!" She squeaked out.
Microphone snorted, giggling a bit before speaking again. "Huh? What do you mean no?" She asked playfully, the hand she was using on Tacos side moving up to Tacos stomach, lightly skittering all over. Taco squealed quietly, her hands coming down to grip Microphones wrist gently. "Ihi- I mehehean no!" Taco said through her laughter.
Microphone rolled her eyes jokingly despite Taco not looking at her. "Uh-huh? You sure?" She asking, her tone teasy before she tased Tacos stomach gently. She didn't wanna end up cracking Tacos shell or hurting her.
Taco squealed, curling up once more. "Mihi-HIHIC!" She kicked her legs at the air. "IHI SWEHEAR- Mihihic, yo-YOHOU- Yohohou're gonna pahahay!" Taco threatened, her tone lacking any edge she tried to add. Microphone giggled quietly. "Ohoh? Am I? Are you sure?" She asked jokingly. "I mean- kinda hard to make me pay for this while you're still laughing, right?" Microphone teased with a mock-innocent tone. She ceased the tasing after not to long, rubbing Tacos side with her free hand while letting her catch her breath.
Taco sighed, melting against Mic's hand and breathing deeply. Microphone hummed quietly, helping the other sit up against her. "Are you okay?" She asked, her tone still playful. Taco grumbled something inaudible before speaking up. "Quiet, you." She said jokingly, waving a her hand in a shooing motion at Microphones face. Microphone snickered, pushing the shorters hand down.
Taco shut her eyes, exhaling and leaning into the taller of the two. Microphone smiled softly, rubbing Tacos back as she rested.
