#ler!seer

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Most people assume that Obi isn’t ticklish. Sudden pokes and squeezes don’t get much of a reaction out of him and, if someone’s trying to sneak up on him, chances are he already hears their heartbeat. 

Sometimes, he jokingly claims that those squeezes feel nice, and will pretend to fall asleep to vex his ler. 

But gentle tickles? Those will awaken his ticklish nerves that he often forgets he has. 

Overall, he’s not terribly ticklish, but he does have those spots that turn his deep chuckles into heavy laughter. Those spots are his underarms, ribs, and the back of his knees.  

His chuckles, and even his heavier laughter, are both warm and soothing on the ears. He doesn’t really mind being tickled compared to some of the other Legends, so long as he isn’t pinned down. 

Obi isn’t an easy lee to get down; he is extremely nimble. So, if someone actually manages to pin him, his laughter becomes 10x more frantic and he tries to escape. Not being able to move away from a soft, maddeningly ticklish touch drives him crazy.

Words mean a lot to him, so if his ler is teasing him or pointing out his sensitivity, it can get to him if he’s frantic enough. Most of the time though, he will try to keep his composure while he’s laughing. 

Slow tickles also get to him more than faster ones. If his ler takes their time to squeeze each rib, or work their fingers into his hollows, his laughter deepens even more.

Tickling him while he’s drawing is a fun spectacle to watch; most of the time, he tries to ignore his ler and focus on what he’s doing. But when the tickles become too distracting, he’ll reach behind him with one hand and politely ask them to quit it. “B-Bihiko, I am wohohorking..”

His palms are ticklish too, but it isn’t unbearable. Sometimes he finds light scribbles along them soothing, especially after a long day of creating art. 

Tickling isn’t something Obi totally minds because laughter’s beneficial to the soul. Sometimes, he feels more inspired after a tickle session. But, this is more true for more casual, playful tickling and less so for tickle attacks.

When he isn’t pinned down, his initial chuckles come out as short and breathy. He tries not to accidentally hurt his ler while he squirms.  He will also push away the ler’s hands, sometimes holding them at bay for an extended period of time. 

If his ler asks him to let go of their hands, Seer says something along the lines of, “If I release your hands, you must assure me that you are not going to tickle me again.” He can tell when someone is being truthful or not; the heart beats differently after a lie told.

 So, if he does release his lers’ hands with the expectation that they’re gonna pounce again, he’s quick to keep their wiggling fingers just out of reach. He’ll keep this up until the ler’s too tired to continue.

On rare occasions, his heart chamber glows blue after being tickled. 

Ler

Obi is a gentle and reserved ler. He only really tickles those he’s familiar and/or close to. 

Unless the situation calls for it, or his lee is just really sensitive, he’s fond of tickles that lead to giggling and light squirming, instead of full on cackles and screams. 

He does not pin his lees down. He enjoys watching them squirm and try to cover up their tickle spots. If they cover one spot, he prods at another. It’s amusing for him to watch his lee twist into positions that shouldn’t be anatomically possible. 

Obi, finding the beauty in everything, is definitely the type of ler who compliment his lee’s laughter. He enjoys exploring the range of sounds they make as he skitters his fingers from one spot to the other. 

When he finds an especially ticklish spot, he uses both hands to slowly knead over it. “You make wondrous sounds when tickled here,” he’d note. He’d pause when his lee’s squirming gets more intense, then starts again. “Let us see if we can recreate it…ah, yes, there it is. Such beautiful tonality.”

Obi’s intention is not to fluster his lees; he means everything he says. Even still, he’s had lees who blush at his words.

His tickling style has a similar feeling to having a butterfly land on you; it’s soft and fleeting, but still really ticklish. He uses his fingers and/or his decorative claws to stroke along his lees’ torso, similar to how he uses his paintbrushes, and gives extra ticklish regions more attention. He doesn’t stay there long; after a belly laugh or two, Obi returns to his feather soft stroking.

Speaking of paintbrushes, Obi’s found that his artistic tools can even produce ticklish effects. He’s usually the main one responsible for helping Legends with their face paint and/or body art. He’s partial to paintbrushes and markers, and he finds that each tool alters the laughter’s pitch. 

A swipe of a paintbrush usually causes light squeaks and giggles. His markers, though, bring on laughter, especially when he does shading. 

Now that he’s on friendlier terms with Octane, he sometimes offers to draw a new design on him. 

Obi’s a patient person, but after trying to draw something on him, he now holds onto where he’s drawing if the person he’s drawing on is ticklish and squirmy. He’s nothing if not a perfectionist when it comes to art!

Seer is also the king of anticipatory tickles. He takes his time when he tickles someone, and enjoys hearing their heart rate change as he hovers over a ticklish area. 

He’s also good at painting a verbal picture for his lee; “Now, where shall we begin, my friend? Shall we start at your ribs and work our way down? Or perhaps an approach from the center works best?”

Seer

Obi finds beauty in all facets of life, especially in the strange and unusual. 

But, he also appreciates the simpler things in life.

The sound of birds chirping in the morning, the hum of people in a crowded shopping center, and…

Laughter. It's like music, and each one has its own unique quality to it.

To him, laughter is an expression of the heart and soul.

He’s seen firsthand that laughter makes the heart soar.

So when he hears you cackle at Mirage’s really clever, but really lame pun, he offers a genuine compliment.

“Your laughter is exquisite, my friend. Like the call of a songbird.”

If you’re shy about your laugh, expect compliments and encouragement to embrace its cadence.

If you’re not, he will mention that he hopes to hear more of it.

Either way, you should expect to laugh more in his presence.

Seer is a master in theatrics; everything from the way he moves to what he wears is captivating.

So, if he catches you looking at him, he’ll smile and beckon for you to come closer.

“Enjoying the view? I suspect that you would like it even more up close.”

If you look away from him, even for a second, he’ll create a single micro drone butterfly to flutter by your neck.

When you flinch and look at him, he’ll give you a knowing smirk.

“Biko, keep watching. I do my best work with a captive audience.”

If he is dancing, he’ll extend a hand and ask you to join.

Don’t worry about having two left feet; Obi is a patient teacher.

“You move beautifully. I just wonder if we can get you to smile, somehow…”

That’s when the realization kicks in, but Obi has already pulled you against him, so he can feel your beating heart.

His tickles are gentle, but precise.

And just like an artist, he switches up his style, ranging anywhere from kneading to poking.

He’s a tease through and through, but he’ll whisper them in your ear.

“Ah, there is it. The finishing piece.”

He’ll pretend to be confused when he finds a really ticklish spot.

“Not here? Why not, my friend? You make the most wonderful sounds when I stroke here.”

Drawing is another passion of his, and the human body is the best canvas.

He’s more than happy to draw on anyone, but he offers this to you on a regular basis.

I wonder why?

He uses all mediums, but he especially likes paint and fine point markers.

He’ll tut and put a hand out to steady you as you squeal and laugh.

“Hold still, my friend. I am almost finished.”

But, that’s the third time he’s said that, and those gentle touches really tickle.

And he’s 100% aware of it.

Wattson

“My squad is my family.” Natalie is the pure embodiment of this statement.

Inside the games, she will fight with her whole being.

But once they’re over, she looks at the Legends as her extended family.

A family that laughs together stays together, right?

Puns are her specialty, but they’re not her only weapon.

Imagine lounging in the dropship, watching a funny movie, when Natalie turns towards you with a mischievous glint in her eye. 

“Hey (Y/N)~. Are you ticklish?”

If you say no, be prepared to prove it and get punished for lying. 

If you say yes, get ready to laugh. 

If you don’t say anything?

“Hm, I think you’re short circuiting. Here, let me help!”

Any response you choose will result in you laughing a lot. 

Natalie is a very playful ler and is the bonafide tickle monster of the Outlands.

Seriously, none of the Legends are safe from her.

You’re even more likely to get tickled if you’re quiet and/or shy.

Nat just wants to be there for others just like the Legends were there for her, and the best way is tickling them silly laughing and bonding after games.

“Did you know that laughter is the best medicine? I’m no doctor, but I’d say you could use more than haha-lf a dosage. Get it?”

Nat loves a chase; how’re you gonna run from the daughter of the man who designed the entire ring?

“Where’re you going, mon ami? You can’t hide! I know these areas like the back of my hand.”

She’s not fast like Octane, but she’s strategic; she’ll chase you into places where there’s no way out. 

Then, she’ll pretend to feel bad for you as she approaches with wiggling fingers. 

“Aw, (Y/N). I believe you’re trapped, non?”

She’ll have the biggest, cheekiest grin on her face as she backs you into a corner. 

“Natalie, don’t do this…”

Her hands would stop literally centimeters away from you, and she’d cock her head to the side.

“Who’s Natalie? That isn’t my name. I’m the ....”

Wait for it.

“TICKLE MONSTER!”

Nat’s stronger than she looks and can most likely keep you pinned down on her own. 

But she isn’t above using static electricity to keep you in place. 

She goes to town on her victims, but she keeps it fun. 

She’ll be so happy if she can get a squeal or a snort out of you. 

And chances are, she can. 

She’ll tease you six ways to Sunday.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“Your laugh is so cute!”

“Hey, what tickles more? This, or this? …I can’t understand you, speak clearly!”

Every now and then, she’ll have an evil streak.

If you ever say her puns are subpar, you’re in big trouble.

You’ll be crying laughing by the time she’s done.

When she’s done, she’ll let you know that she’s still your friend by hugging you tight.