#ler!duck

Red had kept the suit from their lesson about jobs, as he felt it looked good on him (it did). He had put it back on, liking how smart and serious it made him look, and decided to wear it for the day. He headed into the kitchen, where only Duck was for some reason.

"Hm. Where's the other one?" He asked. Duck looked up at him and stopped.

"You're wearing clothes."

"Yeah, I suppose I am."

"You don't wear clothes."

"Well, now I do."

Duck paused again and squinted as if to see better. "You're wearing that suit from that dumb factory job. Where I worked in the factory bit and you just answered the phone all day."

"Hmph." Red guy huffed, leaning against the counter. "I knew you were jealous." Duck got up from the table. "Me? Jealous of you? For what? Being lazy?" "You're jealous that I had a better job, and that I look like a smart boy in my outfit."

Duck rolled his eyes, then smirked a little. "Oh yeah, a real smart boy with this smart looking button up shirt of yours," he said, starting to wiggle his fingers under his shirt to squeeze at his tummy, "Which I also have." Red huffed a little, trying to hide his laughter, which was relatively easy, since he had a softer laugh. He was glad he was already red, making it nearly impossible to see his blush.

"I-Ihit's not the sahame, my shirt is behetter." He chuckled, pressed against the counter as if he were hoping he could just phase through it to get away. Duck moved his hands outward, however, scritching at his sides. Red gripped the counter as hard as he could, trying to distract himself from the tickling. "Right, how smart you had to have been to pick up the phone and tell people you don't work there. Where did you go to school for that?" Duck teased, skittering his soft, feathery fingers up and down his sides.

Red started to break, bringing a leg up to protect his torso, while still gripping the counter like his life depended on it. "I-I dihihid mohore thahahan thahat!" When Duck grabbed his hips, Red lost his grip on the counter and slipped down to the floor, trying to curl into a ball. "Hahahahaha! Nohohoho nahahat thehehere!"

Duck gently drilled his thumbs right into his hips, causing Red to kick a leg out and let out a squeal. This was no longer about Red's outfit or his attitude, this was now purely for Duck's enjoyment. He never got to see his taller friend let loose or laugh, so he decided to take advantage of this.

"Hahahahahahaha! S-Sohomewhere ehelse at leheast plehehease?"

Interesting. Duck moved his hands up to Red's ribs, gently clawing at the spaces between. Red arched his back and tried to squirm away. "Ahahahahahaha! Plehehehease!"

Duck loved the sound of his laugh. It was so light and soft, and he thought Red had a calming voice in general. He reached up and pushed the hair from in front of his face and was met by a fanged smile. Almost immediately Red reached up and recovered his face, embarrassed. "Nohohoho!"

Duck stopped tickling for a second and grabbed his hands. "Oh come on, I like looking at you." Red panted and got the rest of his giggles out. "Really? You like looking at me?" "Yeah, I suppose I do." Red sat up and partially uncovered his face, holding his hair up. "Thanks. For that."

He got off the floor, letting his hair fall back into place, covering his face like normal. He was about to head into the other room to sit in his chair when Duck's voice stopped him.