#ler!microphone

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.