#ler!pickle

Pickle jammed the buttons on his controller, spam clicking every single one. Knife was a lot calmer and precise with what he was clicking.

Pickles eyes widened on the screen as he lost to the blade.

"Yes!" Knife threw his fist up in the air in celebration, chuckling. Pickle scoffed playfully. "No fair, you started that round before I was ready!" Pickle lightly punched Knife in the shoulder, making him drop the controller. Knife looked rather unimpressed when picking the remote up, but a grin quickly covered his face. "Another round?" Knife crossed his legs. Pickle looked up while thinking. "Nah," He sat the controller down. "Awh, you sore loser," Knife huffed playfully. "I'm a sore loser?!" Pickle put a hand to his chest, acting like he was appalled. "You won the last five rounds! I'm allowed to get tired." Pickles tone was anything but serious. Knife elbowed him in the shoulder, a bit harsher than he intended to. Pickle winced. "Aw, c'mon, y'know another round will be fun." Knife nudged him the controller. Pickle looked unimpressed before an idea popped into his head. Fairly, an immature one that Knife will probably act like and angry cat about later.

"I mean, we can play a different game." Pickle smirked at Knife. Knife smiled back, but it quickly faded when he realized Pickle was up to something.

"... And what's that?" Knife looked skeptical. Pickle held back a chuckle. "A silly one!" Pickle got a bit closer. Knife backed away from him, looking a bit irritated now. "I'm not to sure of this." Knife huffed. He clearly wasn't about to "play" whatever Pickle was thinking of.

Pickle got up and stepped in front of Knife. "Sure of what? I'm not gonna hurt you!" Pickle pounced, trapping Knife in some small hug. "I- PICKLE, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!-" Knife yelled at him, kicking as Pickle wrapped him in his arms.

Knife kept struggling for a long while, but gave up after not to long. He looked at Pickle, unimpressed.

"...Comfy?" Pickle teased. "Can you let me go, now?" Knife hissed. Pickle chuckled a tiny bit, quickly poking the blades side. Knife gave Pickle a weird look. "This isn't funny!" Knife growled. "What the hell are you doing!?" He asked. Pickle slightly regretted his decision. Knife didn't get mad at him all that often, which made him nervous.

Pickle poked Knife again... and again... and again- "QUIT IT!" Knife yelled.

Pickle laughed a tiny bit at Knifes yelling, clearing his throat after. He skittered his hand down Knifes side, earning a yelp. "Jesus, QUIT THAT!" Knife grabbed Pickles wrist angrily, giving him an annoyed look. Pickle was stunned for a moment, but eventually pulled his hand away and continued. "Quit what?" He squeezed Knifes hip, earning a surprised sharp gasp and a small titter. "No- stop.." he hid his face in his hands, not meaning to let any noise out. Pickle silently wheezed, he couldn't help finding it funny. He squeezed Knifes hip again. "Nohoho.." Knife dug his nails into Pickles back. Pickle bit the inside of his cheek, stiffening up. "Ow- Knife-" "oops." Knife removed his hands, but it's clear he didn't completely regret it. "Serves you right." He mumbled.

Pickle looked at Knife in irritation, but quickly grinned at Knife. He scritched quickly at Knifes nonexistent ribs. "Oh, it serves me right, does it?"

"PIHICKLE-" Knife cackled, trying to shove the cucumbers hands away. "THAHAT DOESN'T- NAHA-" "Doesn't what, Knife? I'm listening."

Pickle slowed down the scritching before coming to a complete stop. Knife giggled into his chest before glaring at Pickle, looking annoyed. ". . . I hate you." Knife growled. "You could easily make me stop, y'know?- like- You are stronger than me." Pickle tilted his head. Knife looked stunned for a moment. ". . ." Knife dug his nails aggressively into Pickle, earning a large wince from the cucumber. "AH- OKAY, OKAY, OKAY, I'M SORRY- Knife stopped, looking a bit smug. Pickle rolls his eyes, letting Knife up and sitting back.