#ler!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.

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.”

"What the fuck do you want Quackity? I'm busy." Wilbur had always been good at acting, especially to people he didn't converse with on the daily. He knew how to sneakily avoid and dance around questions without anyone suspecting anything. The dark haired man crossed his arms handing the taller the bottle and repeated his question.

"and you think I would know why...?" Wilbur put the potion back adding some sugar to it and letting it start brewing. Just because he had company (did intrusion count as company?) didn't mean he could slack. Quackity let out a sigh in annoyance as Wilbur rolled his eyes. Patience was something Quackity was lacking in and it was ever so slightly amusing to the brunet.

"The two of you grew up together if anyone would know it would be you!" Wilbur shook his head to that. He damn wish he knew, he believed once he had gotten a reaction but they had been about age 6 and Wilbur couldn't properly remember. He may have been sworn to secrecy as well. The last time he had even tried to get a reaction out of Schlatt was years ago and Wilbur gave up.

Apparently someone would like to try though. Wilbur debated on giving Quackity false information and see what he does with it and how it would backfire, but he knew that wouldn't work out for him in the end. The shorter would tell Schlatt and then Wilbur would face consequences as well. On the other hand he could use Quackity to test the waters for him,, see if Quackity gets any reaction and then Wilbur can come and help. Ideas flowed his brain, but every one had over a 80% chance of failure. Realizing he was taking long to reply he quickly said no he did not and moved onto the next brewing stand to check the other potions.

"Please find out for me, he'll know what I'm up too the minute he sees me, you though can hide things better." Quackity reasoned. And fuck Wilbur for seeing the logic. Him and Schlatt hadn't been really close in the recent years only communicating when they needed too, and to be honest there had been no reason for the separation. But that did give Wilbur an advantage, he could be sneakier since Schlatt didn't know him as well right now. Some part of the brunets brain whispered not too and how he was going to regret it later, but a larger half was filled with childish curiosity and eagerness.

"Fine. If I end up dead though I'm coming back to kill your sorry ass." Wilbur said but Quackity barely even noticed the threat. He was too busy grinning ear to ear as he thanked Wilbur and left the van.

Wilbur sighed once the other left. How was he going to go about this? Ideas swam through his brain but he could point out way too many flaws in each. One however stuck out. No plan. He could invite Schlatt over or go to Schlatt's place and just wing it. Wilbur was a logical person overall, he liked to think about things and find every flaw and fix it s it's perfect, but that's what Schlatt would expect him to do. If he went in without thinking and without a solid plan Schlatt wouldn't expect it, or he could catch on even sooner. It was a risk but had the most successful percentage out of all the plans. Wilbur quickly invited Schlatt over making some lame excuse that the other hadn't been inside his home (or drug van) yet. For the next hour Wilbur paced around his van, occasionally changing out finished potions for ones still needing to be brewed.

Wilbur got snapped out of his thoughts as he felt heard a knock on the glass. He turned towards the noise and glared, there's a door excuse them never knock on the glass. The brunet walked towards the door of the van and realized that it was probably Schlatt. Had he been lost in his thoughts for an hour? Time seemed to have gone by too quickly though it made sense, the sun was a bit past mid day now. Wilbur swung open the door to reveal the ram hybrid on the other side.

"You tapped on the glass." Wilbur said bluntly. Schlatt grinned, he remembered that used to annoy Wilbur when they were younger. The two stepped inside the van, Wilbur showing Schlatt around. Once the tour was finished (would it be considered a tour? there weren't many rooms), the two stayed in the potion brewing area, sitting on an old couch in the corner Wilbur had recently added. The two socialized for a while, catching each other up from the past couple of years and it was like they had never drifted apart. Wilbur almost forgot what he was supposed to be doing until half way though their visit.

Once he had remembered though he tried to subtly annoy Schlatt by poking and elbowing sneakily and then playing it off as just annoying him. No reactions yet but Wilbur wasn't going to give up. It was close to the time when Schlatt was supposed to be leaving, the two were outside now and the sun would probably start setting within the next 20 minutes. Schlatt was being particularly annoying at the moment so Wilbur being Wilbur, gave him a swift shove to the side making the ram stumble a bit. The brunet let out a gasp and his eyes widened while the ram looked confused.

"Whats got you shocked Wil?" Schlatt questioned. Wilbur let out a victorious yell  and jumped around.

"YOU FUCKING SMILED! YOU'VE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME, FUCKING HELL YOU SMILED!" Wilbur yelled. Schlatt stared confused before he realized and suddenly Wilbur's behaviour today made sense. He sighed with a fond smile, this exact moment reminded him of when they were younger when all Wilbur would do is try and get a reaction out of Schlatt. it also reminded him how many times he got Wilbur back for that. While Wilbur was distracted in his personal victory party, the ram hybrid shoved him to the ground. Wilbur's brain took a hot minute to realize what was happening but when he did he started struggling trying to escape Schlatt.

"Hey hey we can talk about this." Wilbur said nervously. He had forgotten the consequences while he was partaking in the victory party to which he was now regretting, well mostly regretting. The situation was just like when they were younger and Wilbur was a sucker for nostalgia.

"I forgot you were a nervous giggler Wilby. Come on I'm not even doing anything." He had also forgotten Schlatt was good at teases. Schlatt also loved anticipation which made the nervous giggles come out even more. Wilbur had always been good at hiding his emotions but when it came to Schlatt it was like he was an open book. Schlatt knew everything about him. Now Wilbur was actually regretting it.

Then Schlatt struck, his hands digging into Wibur's ribs, kneading gently but quickly. The sound that came before the laughter is something Wilbur will take to the grave. The brunet squirmed and kicked his lanky limbs in an uncoordinated fashion but nothing he did could get the evil ram off of him.

"SHIIIT SCHLAAT- FUHUHCK YOU YOU BIITCH" Wilbur didn't swear a lot normally. He only would to add spice to a conversation or to mock and insult someone (normally Tommy). But as soon as he was being attacked (the other word is so embarrassing to write wtf) he started swearing just as much as Tommy.

"You're a musician right Wilbur? Rate my piano skills for me I wanna see what I can improve on." Schlatt switched tactics to skittering and drumming his fingers horizontally across the taller ribs and stomach. Wilbur squealed then proceeded to yell out a phrase of incoherent cursing.

"So Wilbur how are my skills? I think they're at least a 10, you're smiling so much so they must be good right?" Schlatt grinned knowing any teases made it so much worse for his friend.

"FUUHUHUCKINH SHIT THAAHHAHTS WHAT THEY ARE!" Wilbur managed through his laughter.

"Mhm okay, maybe if I try this they'll be better." Before Wilbur had a chance to process that what he said wasn't the best idea, he felt a raspberry on his side and scribbles song his stomach. Schlatt knew all of his weaknesses and what worked best on him and he just used two death tactics at once. The taller all but fell into silent laughter for a second before coming back with loud but squeaky laughter.

"Still want to insult me Leebur?" The ram grinned as if his friend wasn't a mess of laughter and giggles beneath him. He could see though Wilbur needed more air so he eased up to just scratching gently along his sides.

"Yahhahah." Wilbur graciously took in air before regretting what he said. His mouth worked faster than his logic, which wasn't a very good thing most of the time.

"Oh okay I see how it is. I guess I just have to do this." He moved to the fox hybrids under arms. The brunet tried to pull his arms down as soon as he felt the tickly sensation but Schlatt was stronger overall, even more so as he had tired out Wilbur.

"NOHAHAH FUHHUHUUCK YOU!" The air was gone and he was back to squirming.

"Just say sorry and I'll stop," Schlatt grinned. He had missed this. Back when they were younger this had been the only way to get Wilbur to apologize.

"FINEEEE IM SOHOHORY!" The taller restrained himself from calling Schlatt another curse word, he was reaching his limit now. Schlatt stopped and released his arms before going to sit beside him.

"That was fun wasn't it." Wilbur could beat the smirk in Schlatts voice.

"Fuck you." He glared. Schlatt moved his hand towards his side and Wilbur sat up moving away from the hand making Schlatt laugh.

"Mhm that's what I thought. Have a good day pal, we should hang out again sometime." Schlatt said patting him on the head before walking away. Wilbur waves before laying back down on the grass. The sun had just started setting. Sunset was beautiful, it signified the day was over and a new day will begin soon.

"Why the fuck are you laying on the grass?" Speak of the gremlin. Wilbur looked to the side to see Tommy walking towards him. The brunet shook his head a fond smile on his face.