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------ "You're on in five, Tenna. You should finish getting ready."

"That's more than enough time." He makes no move to get up. Instead, the host stays put, leaving you in his lap as he rubs a thumb gently into your lower back.

You made a move to get up, "It's really not-"

"Good luck with that, [Angel]," Spamton calls from over his shoulder. Unlike the main host, he was putting in some effort to prepare himself for the stage, putting his hair in order and checking himself over in the mirror. "He's gonna wait until [Last minute christmas shopping], calling it now."

"You reek of jealousy, Spammy~" The TV sang while pulling you closer.

"Yeah? Only one of us is gonna look [underprepared for battle] when we [enter stage left]. It ain't gonna be [me, myself, and I!], big guy! I'm looking like a [big shot]!" Spamton flicks his comb for added flair, "Where's your [two piece suit jacket combo], anyway?"

Tenna buried his face in the crook of your neck, giving off a noise of displeasure. He knows he'll have to get up; and he always ends up battling this exact demon every day, no matter who was in his lap, and it was constantly a losing battle.

Spamton leaned against the arm of the couch. "We're on in [three-]"

"I knowwwww-" He groans into your neck, hugging you right up against his chest.

You couldn't help but squirm a bit. Between the vibrations of him talking, and the static on his screen, Tenna's nestled position against your neck really kind of tickled.

You let out a short giggle, pressing a kiss to the corner of his screen and watching his antenna perk up with a giggle of his own.

You would come to realize how bad (good?) of an idea this was, as the TV cradled one side of your face, rapid-fire kissing against the side closer to him. With his other arm still wrapped around you, you were firmly trapped and forced to endure the playful attack. You squirmed and pushed against him with a quiet laugh, still feeling the static buzzing each time his face drew near.

"Ohohokay, cut it ouhuhuhut-!" You successfully paused his attack, viewing his silly-looking grin by holding the sides of his face. He purred and leaned into the touch.

"Alright, [lovebird releasing ceremony], come on..." Spamton reached over to rub your shoulder, "You can get back to it [remind me later]. No need for [public displays of affection] [before the show]."

"Just because yoooooooou're reserved about affection doesn't mean WE have to be!" Tenna booped the mailman's nose, who blinked in confusion, "They're having fun! They were just laughing!"

The last of the giggling faded out of your voice slowly as you settled back against the couch cushion, "Because your static tickled, honey."

You could have sworn you heard the sound of shattering glass as soon as the words left your mouth.

"It DID?" Tenna seems far too delighted with this information.

Spamton sighs wearily. Tenna's inadvertantly learned a new trick, and both of you were gonna be feeling it soon. "Rookie mistake."

His comment went unnoticed to you as Tenna hugs you close, shoving his screen back against your neck, static buzz making you bust out into another wave of giggles. You let out a short bark of laughter when his hands came up to squeeze at your sides, ineffectually pushing at him. The distance only served to let one of his hands sneak in and skitter against your stomach.

"Sooooo cute! I'm testing this more later! On both of youuuuuu~!"

"WE ARE [online] IN ONE," Spamton whirls around to quit facing Tenna, eager to change the subject. Poor big shot... you could see his blush from here.

Tenna lets you out of his lap at last, standing up and adjusting his tie. His suit jacket is put on in one fluid motion following, giving himself finger guns of approval in the mirror. While this happened, Spamton leaned back against the arm of the couch to whisper to you as you recovered from your laughter.

"Why'd he have to learn a [new skateboarding tricks] today, huh? We're never gonna catch a [break the targets!] at this rate."

"He's having fun," you shrugged, "not like we can't get him back. Now get out there, your audience awaits."

You gave his stomach a quick squeeze, smiling at the short honk it earned you. Holy fuck, you love these dorks.

------

You were immersed in a new book when you felt it being taken, shut and tossed aside, and your space was newly occupied by a certain salesman, who was far too happy to worm his way in.

You didn't flinch, watching your book sail across the room. You already knew this song and dance. "Hello to you too, Spammy."

He settled himself in, deciding on straddling your hips with a smug grin, hands on your shoulders. "Heya, doll. This [space for rent] looked empty, hope you don't [mind the gap!] me parkin' it here."

"You could have asked. Instead of throwing my book away." You put one hand on his thigh, the other propping your head up.

You watch him shrug in a nonchalant, almost infuriating way, flashing his usual award-winning smile. One hand moved over to cup your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze as he scooted closer.

"Gonna [do something!] about it?"

It was cute how he thought he was in control here. You knew what he wanted, and you were more than capable of making him work for it.

And squirm, he did. His confident gaze faltered slightly when you didn't give him a response. You rubbed your thumb on his thigh, giving a quiet hum. This strategy worked predictably to work him up, but he wasn't off the hook just yet.

"Maybe I could," You moved your hand up to rest on his side, watching him jump slightly, "Or I could ignore it. I'm more patient than you." You barely suppressed a grin when you saw his eyebrow twitch in irritation. "It's hard to tell what you want when you refuse to say it. Care to give me a hint?"

You give him the same irritating shrug he gave you. You absolutely loved the building frustration on his face. You rubbed your thumb over his side, watching some of the bite get taken out of his otherwise fierce expression and his mouth twitching.

He's so easy.

"What do you mean you [error 404: not found]!? It's obvious!"

Ooh, now he was cranky. You put your other hand on his other side, watching him shudder as your thumbs rested on the edge of his stomach. "Is it, though?"

"I-It is!" His face flushed, and he grabs the collar of your shirt in both hands. You felt him jolt slightly when your hands slipped under his loose shirt, grip on your collar loosening with another shudder when he felt your hands resting against his sides once again, thumbs rubbing upwards to his lower ribs.

He gave a quiet whine, lowering his head against your chest to hide a wobbly smile and increased shuddering. You swore you could feel his chest shaking with anticipatory giggling, and you grinned. You did love seeing him on the ropes like this, but you couldn't keep it up forever. He was, unfortunately, too cute to deny for long.

"You're cute when you're needy. You really do a 180 from your usual annoying and cocky self." You kissed the top of his head, one hand tilting his chin back up to look at you. His cheeks were almost as red as his signature suit. Cute...

"You fell in love with this [grade-A asshole], sweetheart! So [it really works!] on you!" He huffed.

You let out a short, dry laugh. "Never said it didn't. I already know you aren't gonna say what you're really after here, so... shall I?"

Just when you thought he couldn't flush any darker, the short salesman surprised you. He gave a small nod, looking anywhere else. He didn't always readily hand over the reins like this, so you had to take advantage while you could.

You grinned at the squeak you earned when you grabbed his hips, manhandling him and shifting your position to pin him to the couch while hovering over him. The usually-confident addison looked up at you with wide eyes and a wobbly smile, squirming as your hands slid back under his shirt.

You gave his sides a gentle squeeze, skittering over his stomach. His body jolted before falling into a giggle fit that made your heart skip a beat. Watching his hands come up to cover his face as he attempted to curl up only made you let out an audible 'aww'.

"How are you so cute?" You ran your thumbs over his ribs, watching him flush darker.

"I ahahaham not cuhuhuhute-!" His hands were still trying to cover his face as he giggles himself silly. "I'hihihihm a [Big shot!]-!"

You couldn't help but lean down and pepper the few exposed spots with kisses. He yelped before giggling harder, one hand still trying to cover his face while the other tried to push you away. You just couldn't have that! You dug your index fingers into the skin under his arms, enjoying the short screech it earned you as his arms shot down and left his face wide open for kisses.

He giggled harder, just on the edge of a loud laugh, trying to squirm away from the butterfly kisses. "Nohohohot thehehehere-! Eeheheheek-!" Spamton let out a squeaky laugh every time a kiss landed around his neck or ears, attempting to curl up and defend himself.

"You're struggling to beat the cutie accusation, you know." You planted more kisses along his jaw, his head trying to come down to cut off your access. If you had a tail, it would have been going a mile a minute at the state of your cocky salesman.

One of your hands slipped down and pushed his shirt up, unnoticed to him due to being lost in his giggling. "Ihihihi'm nohohot cute! Thahahat [car title] belongs to sohohohomeone else!"

"You think so?" Your hands went to his stomach, making him jolt and giggle, his hands shooting down to yours before anything happened. "Because I think you've borrowed the title for the time being."

Spamton flushes again, looking anywhere other than you as his hands still wrapped around your wrists. "...I [preference updated] the term handsome."

"Fine, fine," You shrugged, "You look stunningly handsome when you giggle yourself silly. Is that better?"

"N-No-!" He squawks, "Leave off that [last call] bit-" He collapses into a shriek when you squeeze at his stomach, leg bouncing as he tried to resist the urge to start kicking.

His hands were holding on to your wrists, but he wasn't pushing you off. He was content to laugh himself silly, just as you'd mentioned. You couldn't help the soft smile on your face... or the absolutely devilish idea that just popped in your head.

His stomach was already exposed, and you still had some silly energy to get out, so why not?

Your hands shifted to running up and down his sides as your head came down, planting those same butterfly kisses from before on his stomach.

The reaction was immediate.

The big shot let out the loudest, highest-pitched screech you've heard out of him yet, body jolting and thrashing so hard that your hands had to switch to clamping his sides to keep him from rolling away. He was babbling some kind of plea for mercy while pushing at your head. Oh, you were absolutely gonna keep this in mind next time he needed to go down a peg.

"Wuh-oh, someone's in trouble!" You looked over to see Tenna watching in amusement. How long had he been there? "I thought someone was dying out here!"

Spamton slowly calmed down as the attack stopped, going limp and panting out some residual giggles. Tenna let out an amused laugh.

"Well! Can't say he wasn't asking for it! I heard him annoying you all the way from back in my office!"

"And you didn't even try to help." You shook your head in mock disapproval.

"I think you did fine all by yourself! Just look at him, melted into a cute little puddle!" Tenna put a little too much emphasis on 'cute', feeling absolutely intentional as you heard Spamton let out a quiet groan. "It woulda been overkill if I hopped in! I can't kill him like that, he's my co-host!"

You pulled Spamton's shirt back down, placing a normal kiss to his forehead. He gives you one of his casual, confident grins as he sits up. "As if you two could have [killed] me before I [got your back]."

A beat of silence falls over the living room as you and Tenna exchange a silent glance.

The silence was rapidly replaced with the sound of the big shot's laughter once again. Needless to say, Spamton lost this round. Badly.

------

It was that time of the week again: evaluating the show reviews.

Usually, it went fine! Reviews and viewership have been higher than ever since adding a co-host and other stars to the cast, but this time, uh...

"Viewership is DOWN! What are we doing WRONG!? Aren't we fun enough!?" The sound of Tenna's fit could be heard in most of the studio, and it sent almost every employee scattering.

"Tenna, Asriel and Kris went back to school for the year," You were attempting to placate him, "They've got afterschool activities, and they've been meeting up with the Holidays in the evenings to make things easier on all of the parents-"

You paused to let him hiss at a passing Zapper, who scrambled away from his fangs and claws.

"-Asgore's work has gotten busier, and Toriel has papers to grade. They've been busier, yes, but they still love you! They just don't have as much time-"

The main star tugs at his antenna, wailing. "We're DONE. TV time is DONE, everyone GO HOME, we've FAILED. Watchtime is NEXT TO NOTHING! What are we going to DO!?"

"He's not [you're listening to the radio!] you, darlin'." Spamton sat back at the minibar, pouring himself some scotch. "Just gotta let him [cooldown initiated] by himself."

You hated to stand by and let one of your partners work himself up like this, but Spamton was, unfortunately, correct- Tenna needed to come down on his own terms, or he would just spiral in a different direction. You both could talk him through it, but not when he was this high-strung. He had to calm down a little first.

It didn't take long for his rampage to settle into a quiet boiling rather than the previous explosion. He shrunk by a considerable bit, letting out a pathetic whimper, antenna still clutched tightly in his fists. You approached first.

"...Hey."

No response. You reached out slowly, your hands gently landing on one of his fists. Your fingers pressed, slowly unfolding his fist and freeing his now-wobbly antenna. His grip shifted and softened, holding your hand in his. Spamton did the same with his other hand, both antenna now weakly raised above his head.

"Hey, [big man on campus], how are you feeling?" The big shot's tone was soft- it was a tone that very few others ever had the pleasure of hearing.

"Ohhhhh, I just... I... urf..." Tenna shrunk by a few more inches, "I just don't want them to forget me."

"They won't. This lull in activity happens sometimes, but they always come back." You held his hand with both of yours, planting a kiss on the back of it.

"Yeah, and the [home for the holidays] will be comin' up! That's always a busy time, everyone [gathered around the table] watching movies and stuff! They'll be back, just you wait." Spamton gives him a wink.

Tenna remained quiet, but you could tell that he appreciated the comfort. He would be embarrassed later, but for now, he held hands with both of you like his life depended on it. Maybe it did.

You leaned in and rested your forehead against Tenna's, just barely registering another quiet whimper... or at least, that's what you thought it was, until he squirmed backwards.

Tenna's face now bore a wobbly smile, one arm clearly trying to retract back. Looking over, you saw that Spamton's fingers were scratching at Tenna's palm. The TV let out quiet, almost inaudible huffs of laughter. "S-Spam-!"

"What? We're just [holding hands], trying to cheer up our [sweet most darling] partner. Is something not [satisfaction guaranteed!]?"

"Th-That's nohohot the issue ahahahand you know ihihit-!" Tenna giggled. You couldn't help but grin at the sound, which only flustered him more.

"You probably needed to be redirected from your spiralling, anyway." You laced your fingers with his, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek and cupping his face with your free hand. His antenna shoot straight up with a tiny yelp as you give him another kiss on the screen. This much attention so suddenly...!

...But on the other hand...

"Spahahaham-! Knock it ohohohohoff-!" Tenna's giggling had ramped up as the salesman approached, fingers laced within his, and started scratching at his ribs. With the realization that both of his hands would be useless in defending himself, he scrunches his shoulders in one last-ditch attempt.

He didn't want to scoot back, because it meant that he wouldn't be getting a kiss anymore, but Spamton scratching around his ribs, sneaking his hand upwards, has him almost reconsidering.

It's when you suddenly betray him, hand squeezing at his stomach while kissing his cheek that he throws back his head for a louder laugh.

"B-BOTH OF YOUHUHUHUH-! WHYHYHYHY-!?" He yelps out when Spamton's hand scratches under his arm.

You exchange a quick glance with the big shot, a mischievous grin spreading across both of your faces as you give the answer in tandem:

"We love TV."

You both let out a short 'aww' when the flower makes a sudden appearance, Tenna yelping and screen flushing pink.

"We do! We love our TV!" Your hand scratches at his side and earns a yelp, "We love giving him attention, we love how cute and handsome he is!"

Spamton grins wickedly, "We [love it!] the noises he makes when we [tickles the fancy]!" He gives him a devastating raspberry to the neck, watching him finally crumple to his knees with his screen glowing a vibrant dark pink, squealing out a sound akin to microphone feedback.

"We know the audience loves him, too. Who wouldn't like someone so charming and fun?" You poked at his side, "That's why we fell for him. Right, Spammy?"

"The only time I am [agree2all] in public, big guy." The salesman lets out a short chuckle, "We [love you!], so don't you worry about anything, [ok]?"

For your final coordinated attack, you both kissed him on the screen. He gave out one small squeak-

And proceeded to colorbar.

"TENNA-!?" You gripped the sides of his head in horror.

Spamton threw himself back with a laugh, having to support himself on a nearby table. "Holy [cungadero]! We must've gotten the [high score] and broke him!"

You firmly and quickly patted the plastic casing on the side of his head. You've never seen him do this before, what happened-!?

His screen came back to life with a small gasp. You let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Sorry, Tenna. Didn't mean to-"

"Oh, that? It happens! Just overheated. Don't worry about that!" He twirled his tie around his finger as he stood up, looking innocent. Then his screen went dark, a bright smile the only thing cutting through.

"Worry about my revenge instead, darlings."

(General):

None of you are really sure how the relationship came about, who dated who first or who just happened to be absorbed in. It just... kind of happened. With the three of you being close and the complex feelings that came with it, you just decided to go with it and not question it.

Both of them are touch starved, with Tenna bordering on being needy as hell. At least one is on you (or each other) at any given time. Cuddle piles are a daily occurrance.

Spamton, being the smallest, frequently gets held like a doll to prevent from being crushed. He doesn't protest about this in the slightest, while Tenna loves being laid across. It's like a pile of cats.

Both of them need reassurance sometimes. Loneliness and rejection never quite leave you. Just tell them you love them, and maybe spoil them just a little extra when they need it. They'll return the favor if you ever needed it.

The relationship is best summed up as: two kicked dogs (Tenna and Spamton) and the extremely patient cat that thought they were neat (you). Give or take on that last part.

Alright I had to get that out of the way first just for the sake of the ideas. Time for the sillies:

When it comes to you three, tickling can get... very interesting very quickly. Tenna is a switch depending on his mood, Spamton is ler-leaning, and you're left wherever you fit. Good luck! No, seriously, good luck.

Spamton hits the silly aggro so often but he's so short he has to wait patiently until his desired target is sitting or laying down. And then your life is OVER. Sometimes comes and snuggles up nicely to you before attacking. Has interrupted a cuddle moment between you and Tenna just for funsies and nearly got his lights tickled out for it. Honestly it's his fault for being fun-sized and attacking a guy that's 15 feet tall (ruined his cuddle moment) (punishable by death)

Don't let Tenna's sweet silly behavior fool you. He starts just as many tickle fights as he loses. Sometimes he loses on purpose, sometimes someone got hold of his antennas and he tapped out. He squeals so pathetically sometimes that you can't help but feel bad. Spamton doesn't, though.

You get on the recieving end of a fair share of tickles, too. Sometimes it's only one of them, sometimes it's both at once and it kills you.

Spamton is way meaner, but his teasing is considerably softer with you. Tenna is more sweet and playful. Both at once leads to a really fun exchange though: "Aww, just look at that smile! So radiant! I'm just blinded by our sweet darling!" "[Angel] IS [laugh out loud] TOO HARD TO [reply to all!]! NOW ISN'T THAT JUST [top 10 saddest anime deaths]?" "Be nice to them!"

Spamton, despite being way meaner and more aggro, is easier to stop. You can just... pick him up. Remove him from you. Hold him under the arms and watch him squirm. Better yet, give him butterfly kisses and he's gonna let out some uncharacteristic giggles while kicking his legs helplessly in the air. Raspberry his tum and he's gonna start cussing.

Tenna? Yeah, not as easy to get away from, on account of his height and teleporting skills. But at least he's way sweeter. He'll still reduce you to a puddle, but he's gonna be hyping you up the whole time! Holds you in his lap and pokes around wherever while looking down with a soft smile. He leaves himself open often, and you can't tellnif he just got that lost in the sauce, or if he wants his target to get revenge.

Just squeeze at his sides when he's spaced out. Or if you can reach, shove your hands under his arms and go ham to get a staticy squeal-laugh from him.

You might think at a glance that you and Spamton would team up against Tenna the most. Tall guy vs two shorter people, right? WRONG. The shortest one is such a menace to society that you and Tenna have to call the other for backup against that beast. He's easy enough to take down, but good lord.

Tenna gets up the earliest for his shows (even though he wants to keep cuddling) so morning tickles are common with him, either giving or recieving. He's a big fan of tracing shapes and watching tiny sleepy giggles appear. Cannot understate how sweet this guy is

Meanwhile. Spamton will tickle one of you in the middle of the damn night because he's a night owl and thinks its funny. Most often though, he just wants a certain position in the cuddle pile and needs one of you to wake up so he can swooce in there. Only then does he stop.

If you ever feel like being nice to Spamton, you help him pin down Tenna to tickle his lights out. Usually when he's too stressed to function and needs a reset. You have to rein him in and make sure he's not being too mean to sweet TV guy though

They'll team up on YOU and the usual configuration is: You in Tenna's lap, Spamton in yours, both absolutely going to town on their partner.

It was an accidental discovery, really. For both of you.

Preparing to go on the air was always an event. Tenna was someone who wanted to look his best at every possible moment, between his clothes, his screen being clean and polished, right down to his physical mannerisms. He carried himself in a meticulous way, always wanting the best for the audience.

But sometimes, like today...

"No... no, it's still off! How is it still off!?" He was currently looking in a mirror, seeming to have a fit over his signature red suit.

...It was more difficult.

Your boss could be temperamental at times, but hey, who in show business wasn't? The poor costuming Shadowguys frowned and saxophone-ed dejectedly as the TV star continued looking himself over.

"That wrinkle... did nobody iron this-!? You're both FIRED!"

The Shadowguys made a saxophone sound of shock, before frowning and deflating even further. You did not react, because you already knew what came next.

"W-Wait... no, sorry..." Tenna flipped on a dime, starting a silly dance of some kind. "You're hired!"

The Shadowguys perked up, now smiling and making a pleased saxophone note.

You paused. Wait for it...

"Now, go get this ironed! We're on in five! Hurry!" He tossed his suit jacket at one of them, the cloth draping over the silhouetted form as they both ran off. The door shut, and you both remained.

Alone. Silent.

Until, he sighed heavily, shoulders drooping and antenna lowering. His blank screen turned towards you from over one shoulder. "...Oh, it's... a little difficult, you know? Trying to make everything run smooth, trying to keep everyone happy... ah, you never seem too upset, though."

"I understand your patterns, sir." You set your clipboard aside, "I understand how tight your schedule is. I think... it's possible that you've stretched yourself too thin."

"...Maybe. But the show must go on. Even... just reruns, it must continue."

You approached, standing next to him. It was... odd, seeing him without his red jacket. The white button-up beneath it almost made him look... incomplete. The two of you stood, side-by-side, simply staring into the mirror in silence for a long time. Eventually, his head hung low again, antenna drooping even lower.

You moved, standing in front of him. "Hey. They still love you out there, in the audience. They think you're fun. Chin up." You smiled kindly at him, reaching over and physically moving his head back upwards.

"...Hmm..." He hummed, "You have a point. It... it feels different without the family among them."

You've heard him mention this 'family' a few times, but... he never really elaborated on that. He's made references to them, but no one's ever seen them. You supposed there was a reason, but never pushed. If he wanted to, he would have done so himself, right?

"...Maybe you should try and straighten yourself up a bit. You might feel better." You reached out to straighten up his shirt at the shoulders. When he doesn't stop you, you straighten out some of the wrinkles in the fabric, hands running along the shirt to smooth it out.

"See?" You smiled at him, fixing his tie, "Isn't that- what's wrong?"

You didn't notice just how stiff he was while you were helping straighten his clothes out. His mouth looked wobbly, a small blush on his face as his arms sat like stone to the side. Did... you go a step too far, here...?"

"S-Sir-? Are you-"

"YES! Quite alright, I assure you!" Tenna's still got that wobbly smile on his face, voice a little... uneven. "Just- uh, didn't really expect that-"

"Sorry, I was just trying to-"

"Hah! No apologies necessary! Just a bit of surprise and suspense to keep your audience on the edge of his seat!"

You laughed a bit at that. Of course, he just had to ham it up a bit here, huh? You moved your hands back down, going to fix his shirt again. "Well, alright, but I'm not the host anyone is here for. That's you!"

Whatever he was gonna say next died on his tongue suddenly with a loud squeak and violent flinch as you pinched the fabric at his sides.

Neither of you moved for several seconds; you staring wide-eyed in surprise, and him sporting a wobbly smile and that blush again.

You couldn't help but double over with a small laugh, one arm wrapping around your stomach. Oh, that was an adorable reaction that you weren't expecting.

"H-Huh-!? What was that? Hope nobody was rolling the cameras on that-" Tenna rubbed at his sides in visible confusion.

You covered your mouth with a hand as you giggled at his indignant confusion. "S-Sorry, I didn't realize you were ticklish. I would've been more careful if I knew."

"E-Eh-?" His further confusion only earned another giggle, "What on earth did you do!? That was weird!"

You almost started laughing harder, before realizing that he was serious. He... had no idea. Such a big reaction, and he has absolutely no idea. Almost... kind of tragic.

"...Uh, well, it looks like I tickled you on accident, Tenna. My bad... you, uh, didn't seem like you knew?"

"W-Well... ah, first time for everything, it seems!" You've never seen him so flustered, "Can't say it's ever happened before! Seems fun. So, uh, let's-"

He paused as he realized your hands returned to his sides. Why did this make him feel nervous? "...Hey."

His sides were suddenly squeezed, the sensation making his screen static out with a loud laugh, his hands wrapping around your wrists as he flinched back. A second squeeze to his sides made him crumple inwards, thankfully landing on a nearby chair (or did you move it when he wasn't looking?)

He could only look up in anticipation as you boxed him in. Oh now, usually he was the one large and in charge like this, and how quickly the tables had just turned. Mike, don't record this-

"H-Hey-! Hey-!" His voice was choked by laughter as you moved a hand over to poke his stomach experimentally, "Cuhuhuhut it out-! This ihihihis gonna- EEK-! Go agahahainst your contr-ACT-!"

His voice cut off, falling back into laughter with a short squeal when pinched at his ribs next, his arms trying to fold inwards protectively. Even when one hand wormed its way under his arm, he still struggled to protect against the strange feeling of your fingers hooking in. You had no idea he was this sensitive, or that he had a more natural-sounding laugh than the one he used onstage.

"Aww, I think it's cute." You skittered your fingers against his neck, watching him somehow fold further into himself with a small squeak, "I didn't know you had this in you, big guy."

You were happy just to study his reactions. As he laughed, squirming away from any prodding and squeezing, his screen kept flickering back to static or showing different stations, and despite his own hands grabbing your wrists, he wasn't really... trying to stop you? It was hard to tell how he was feeling about this.

"...You okay, boss? I'm not going too far, am I?"

You slowed down, giving him some room when he didn't respond immediately. His screen slowly recovered from the static, the buzzing mixing with the dying-off giggling as he slowly calmed down, antenna askew. You reached up and pushed one back into place, only to watch him jolt again.

"A-Alright, I think th-that's enough, let's roll the credits..." He pushed your hand away, surprisingly gently.

He sat there silently, and you couldn't help but apologize quietly. Maybe this was too far-? If... if this really was something unfamiliar for him, maybe you did just overwhelm him on accident?

"...Are you-?"

"Oh, that? Don't worry about that! A little odd, but... kind of fun! The family used to do that, and I never did understand it... I think I do, now! Bringing a smile and a laugh to someone else!"

Well, at least he didn't seem mad?

Upon hearing a saxophone trill, you turned and made eye contact with one of the Shadowguys. The one not holding his freshly-ironed suit gave a thumbs-up. You thanked them both quietly as you took it, offering it to Tenna.

He looked more... like himself when wearing it. As he looked in the mirror, he looked less stressed and more confident, too. "That's more like it! There's the host they know and love!"

"You're on in two, according to Mike." You picked back up your clipboard, "Oh, I think they missed a spot?"

"Huh-? Where-"

"Here," You poked his ribs, watching him jolt, "And over here, too."

He chuckled, pushing your hand away from his side. "A-All right, all right, come on, now! Don't leave me too flustered for the audience-!"

"Sorry, had to get one last one in. Go get 'em, big guy."

"Fun new trick for the whole family, huh? You realize this challenge can have two players, right?" He gives you a sly grin, which you return.

Lee:

I'd like to start off by saying: he's been lonely for a long time, which means that he's probably pretty touch starved. Attention starved, too. Which makes for a VERY interesting 1-2 combo when facing something as silly as tickling.

Has no idea he's ticklish, and definitely has no idea how to react. He's conflicted, because its a (somewhat) foreign feeling for him (as opposed to watching someone else's silly tickle fight (COUGHS LOUDLY Kris and their friends)) but on the other hand. The closeness and the contact has him wanting... more? He has no idea how to feel about it at first. He doesn't hate it, really, but it's definitely a new thing for him, personally, to be feeling.

The entire thing is a little overwhelming at first (but still fun!) so he has trouble pinning down where exactly is the worst for himself. But I will tell you: His sides, neck, ribs, and his antenna. Yeah. Grab one and wiggle it around, his screen will start to static. Actually, get him for long enough (or in multiple spots at once) and he'll static or start jumping stations at random.

Teasing him can go either way, really. Playful and mean? You're just riling him up for revenge. Sweet and complimenting? That's gonna make him too flustered for words for DAYS. Make a game of it somehow, and he'll play along... until he flips the tables on you. Anticipation does work, but taking too long makes him impatient and riles him up faster for revenge. Better pay attention to that fun-o-meter, because as soon as it tops out, you should run. If you can.

......Its really funny because he can't really handle someone being nice to him at all with that. He's gonna think about those compliments forever.

He tries his best not to change sizes at random, because he does NOT want to accidentally hurt anyone... buuuut if he gets a little too overwhelmed or flustered, he will shrink. It's generally a good idea to let him have a breather at this point.

........Would probably absolutely die if multiple people got him at the same time. Because WOOF he can't decide who to get revenge on first (if he can focus on anything other than laughing, at least) and do NOOOOOT turn and pretend to adress the audience while this is happening, because he's gonna teleport away so damn fast. He's shy.

His laugh starts out as a pretty basic laugh, but becomes static-laced after a bit. Turns entirely into static if targeting a death spot or when extremely flustered.

Poking him in the sides is a great way to make him jump. It flusters him if you feign innocence about it too, because damn it THATS MY MOVE-

Cling to him and watch him start struggling to get you off. Lmao even.

Has been tickled by his employees, but it's incredibly rare, due to... probably a silly clause in their contract, if we are being real. But sometimes one can get away with it and gets to get revenge for their Fallen Comrades. If he's already being tickled, one or two nearby employees might jump in and help, but WILL scatter before he can get back up.

Ler:

This guy gets SO playfully aggro, its almost not even funny. He doesn't always initiate, because he's busy hosting his shows, but he ALWAYS gets revenge. It's just a matter of when.

He gets so fucking silly with it, too. He'll play along, giving a (somewhat) fair chase for a bit... he knows every inch of his studio, how long do you really think anyone can hide from him? Plus, there are employees and actors who gladly will point him in his target's direction. Hey, keeps him busy. You know, away from THEM.

But once he decides he's done with the play chase? Yeah. His cute little target is done for. Quite literally either teleports behind them and tickles them right then and there, or snaps his fingers and teleports himself and them into a random stage. It depends on how his levels of silly compare to his want for revenge.

Teleporting behind his target and tickling them right there is reserved for extra silly, probably initiating tickles. He'll at least make sure you don't hit the floor, but he won't care too badly if anyone else is around. The staff don't judge, don't worry. They're just glad he didn't choose them this time.

Yes he does tickle his employees sometimes. Usually just to be silly or issue a playful punishment for... well, anything, really.

For teleporting himself and his target to a random stage? Revenge! It'll play out like a lot of other episodes, mostly quiz focused. Answer these questions correctly, or get tickled. Nevermind that the questions themselves are incredibly flustering and teasy already. He's GONNA strike, you just never know WHEN.

Even if you somehow got through all of those questions without any wrong answers, there's still the physical challenge. A battle. Don't even WORRY that he's pulled out the 'ACT ONLY' card, and that the only act is to plead. Don't even worry about it.

His (strangely pink) attacks might not hurt, but they sure as hell tickle. But hey, he gains some mercy every turn! It works out!

Even when getting revenge, he knows when someone's limit is reached. This TV host has just a BIT of mercy in his heart. He might not stop until they're exhausted and giggly beyond comprehension, but he does stop once that point is reached.

He's much more merciful if he initiates. Still likes to try and make a game of it either way, but this route is more like "how long can you keep your arms up" where if you can't? He just holds them up FOR you, because he is a good host trying to help his contestants out.

He's usually about 15 feet tall. That's enough to pick someone up and cradle them while wrecking them. He's gotten many Shadow guys, Zappers and others in this way. He's not gonna admit that he just likes to hold people sometimes (touch starved)

How is this guy so good at tickling? Well. Turns out you can absorb a lot via shows and watching the family/friends gathering. Plus he just keeps trying out new ideas on others, so he gets to see what works.

On that same note. Scary good at teasing. Can flip from being mean as hell to being surprisingly sweet and this is because he KNOWS the emotional whiplash makes things worse. The plot twist, or whatnot.

It's easy to tell when he's sillymoding. Because he's stalking around with a sly little grin on his screen. Everyone avoids him (until someone can't) when this occurs. He likes the power trip of seeing others with that incredibly nervous smile or barely-hidden giggling as he gets closer. Tries to prolong it, just to watch someone squirm.

Sometimes he forgoes the subtlety and walks out into the set and announces that he's gonna be on "a hunt for a sweet laugh" and watches everyone scatter.

It's quiet in the bedroom. You feel a peaceful sort of half-awake awareness in your body as you lay in the darkness. Tenna has his arms loosely wrapped around you, still asleep as you snuggled up just under his TV head. One of your arms is draped over his side as he snores quietly.

Being robotic, he doesn't have a heartbeat or lungs to listen to, but his quiet idle humming has a static sound at the edges. It was a surprisingly good source of white noise, and you found yourself struggling to sleep without it now.

The former big shot was a night owl, so it wasn't uncommon for him to come to bed after you and Tenna (with normal sleeping schedules) would already be asleep. You would wake up to find that the doll had settled in somewhere between the two of you, and go on with your morning.

And as you registered a quiet shuffling at the end of the bed, something walking up to you, you realized that your other partner was doing just that. He had the habit of sneaking up and settling in between you both, almost reminding you of a cat in the way that he squeezed himself in as tightly as possible, settling his head against one of your chests.

You felt a disturbance under your hand, still resting on Tenna's side. If you were slightly more awake, you would have realized the warning signs. Instead, you cracked one eye open in confusion-

Just in time for Tenna to let out a loud squeal, screen coming to life in a harsh white lighting. Both sudden sensations enough to flashbang your poor half-awake self in the otherwise dark and quiet room.

You recoiled, a clearly displeased sound ripping out of your throat as your arms scrambled up to cover your eyes from the light. You faced away from your partner, trying to rub away the stars in your eyes. You didn't have to ask what happened, because the sound of Tenna's half awake and confused laughter made it obvious. One eye had finally recovered enough to look at your alarm clock.

1:12 am.

"Damn it, Spamton!" You rooted around blindly in the dark for your partner, inadvertantly tickling Tenna more. The poor TV man was giggling out a mix of apologies to you and begging for mercy. You know he's around here somewhere, but your vision still had a few stars in it. "It's too early for this!"

It didn't help that Tenna didn't seem to realize just how bright he was in the otherwise dark room. The bright light shining right into your face, even if you had gotten used to it, was still ruining your progress of snatching up the doll. He was playing it smart by staying silent, so you couldn't even follow any audio cues to find his location.

Tenna's hands were grabbing at yours. "Thahahahat's enouhuhuhgh-! Pleahehese-!"

"I'm not doing it on purpose! It's Spamton, I can't find him!"

Despite Tenna's squirming, your blindness from his screen, and both of you functioning half-asleep, you eventually managed to find the lump that was your partner. Smart, he snuck under Tenna's shirt and was clinging to his ribs.

You snatched the doll out by the legs, Tenna finally regaining enough control to dim his screen. You did appreciate not being blinded, holding Spamton up under his arms as Tenna turned on the bedside lamp.

The puppet looked all too pleased with himself, giving you a sly grin. You could only glare blearily at him.

"It is one in the morning." You say flatly.

"[Lovers in your area] WOULD NOT [request accepted] ME INTO [favorites list] PLACE. I HAD TO [book your flight] SO I COULD [swooce right in]."

"You blinded our partner in the process." Tenna straightened one of his antenna tiredly. "We were both so comfortable..."

"EXACTLY WHY I [invitation requested]. I DID NOT INTEND TO [noise complaint] [light pollution] ANYONE."

As Spamton kept talking, you didn't put him back down. The way you were holding him made his shirt ride up considerably, the entire torso almost out. If he wanted to cause issues, then you could too.

You supressed a grin, your voice coming out far too sweetly. "No apology for your poor flashbanged partner?"

"AWW, [angel], DON'T BE [liked posts]. I DIDN'T MEAN FOR [consequences be damned], I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE [top 10 funniest moments]."

You gave Tenna a sly grin, discreetly inhaling before pressing your face against your doll partner's stomach and letting out the most forceful raspberry you could possibly manage.

The reaction was an instant explosion of static-laden cackling, legs flailing and hands desperately pushing against your head and shoulders to get away. He didn't dare kick you, no, but he was trying to curl up or otherwise get away.

Tenna grinned widely, fangs making an appearance. "Ah, a bit of revenge, hmm? Care to allow me some room, darling?"

Of course you did! Spamton barely got any time to recover before you went for another raspberry on his side, another static-laden shreik ringing out. This time, though, the sensation was joined by Tenna's fingers crawling up his ribs. A slightly shrunken state meant he could maneuver around more easily.

Spamton's flailing got bad enough for you to set him down on your lap, but that didn't mean either of you let up. He was pathetically easy to handle in his helpless state.

"Aww, our little salesman thought he could just waltz in and wake us up in the middle of the night." You sounded far too sympathetic as your fingers wiggled under his arms, giving his neck several rapid-fire kisses.

"Too bad he can't strike a deal to get out of this one! Maybe the folks at home will have more sympathy for him than we do!" One of Tenna's hands pinched at his hips, the other poking around his sides at random.

Spamton, meanwhile...

"[Angel], [10 out of 10]-A-! I'M [Condolence card templates] AHAHAHAH- [Stop the presses!]"

He was too busy shrieking and kicking, slumped against you, arms firmly pinned to his sides, and kept getting interrupted by various ads. Some of them were seemingly unrelated, which was how you knew he'd had enough.

You and Tenna stopped your assault, letting him finish his leftover laughing. As he slumped down in your lap and panted, you planted one kiss on top of his head. He tiredly purred and leaned back into you.

"Are you gonna wake us up like that again?" You looked down at him.

"...[Perchance]."

"You can't just say perchance, dear." Tenna poked his stomach and earned a squeak, "Gonna need a yes or no, or we're moving to round two."

"[Agree to terms and conditions]! [Save and quit]! I'LL SETTLE IN [calm and quiet]! WON'T EVEN [get even] WITH YOU!"

Not that you trusted him in the slightest, but you were tired enough to let it slide. By the look of him, he was just as tired. You yawned, setting him down and straightening the disarrayed comforter.

"Let's just agree to call it a night. It's still early."

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Peace never lasts too long in your home. Neither do sweet moments. How long could something like that possibly last when two forces of chaos are at work constantly?

It started so simple, too.

It was on you for missing the obvious trap, really. Tenna inviting you into his lap, Spamton settling in to yours, both practically wrapping themselves around you.

"And there they are, one of the most stunning stars of today! Come rest, darling. We've missed you." The always-sweet TV man had said, only lulling you further into that false sense of security.

You really just thought they were feeling extra affectionate, the way that Tenna's head ducked to nuzzle into your neck, and then with Spamton's hand making its way under your shirt, you flushed and wondered if this was likely going to go further than you first thought.

You thought wrong.

You jolted and let out a small squeak when his hand strayed off, giving one of your lower ribs a pinch. When Tenna's screen suddenly built up a buzzing static against your neck and ears, you couldn't help but curl away with a small giggle. Alas, neither of them were going to let you off that easy, it seemed.

"IS SOMETHING NOT [five star resorts near you], [angel]?" Your addison asks, as if he was not actively poking at your torso.

"G-Guyhuhuhuys, really-?" Neither of them were letting up on their individual attacks, even if they were still being gentle.

You hear Tenna hum from behind your head. "Hmm? Something wrong, darling? You seem awfully tense?"

Spamton's hands were pinching at your sides as he straddled your legs, Tenna's static-covered screen still nuzzling up against your neck, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from running off... this situation was ridiculous, but you somehow didn't mind it.

Well, at least until-

You jolted and let out a sharp squeal when Spamton suddenly ducked his head down for a raspberry, all while pinching whatever he could reach. Hey, this seemed familiar somehow. You jolted hard enough to make both lose grip, almost falling to the floor with a yelp.

The TV man had fast reflexes and caught you, thankfully, putting you back in his lap.

All three of you paused, before breaking out into a new wave of laughter. This was... so, so silly.

But there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

...Until they go for round two, at least. But you were more prepared that time... and then the fuckers pinned your arms and happily picked up where they left off.

What a headache... but they're your headache, and you wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

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You arrived home that day to a terrible confusion: Someone you didn't recognize was in the kitchen, happily humming while Spamton chattered away at him. You assumed at first that it was one of your ad partner's customers or friends, until the two started getting a little too close.

Ah, okay, you realized. Spamton must have (somehow) rizzed up this shakespearian man. You were fine with him having other partners, but you did wish that you got a heads-up before finding a near-stranger in your home.

It wasn't until this strange man (whom introduced himself as Roulxs Kaard) started getting a little too cozy with you that you started questioning things. When you saw Tenna get home and visibly deflate from being jovial into barely-masked irritation, you definitely started wondering what was going on.

"Spamton, not that I mind you having other partners," You sat stiffly on the couch besides Roulxs, holding his hand, "But don't you think you could have given us more of a heads-up beforehand?" You whispered across to the addison, holding his other hand.

You saw Tenna seething out of the corner of your eye. You already knew what he was thinking: Of course this is one of Spamton's.

"[see more]? I ASSUMED THIS WAS YOUR [player two]. I WAS [accept all terms and conditions] WITH THIS. HE WAS [honey, I'm home!] WHEN [you have arrived]."

You paused, blinking slowly, before looking ahead again at the wall, trying to process this.

"...Tenna? Is he... uh, yours?"

"Absolutely NOT. That strange contestant was banned from my studio! Banned, I say! The only reason he stuck around for so long was because I let him for Lanino and Elnina!"

You were about to ask more details, until it finally set in: none of you were dating this guy. All three of you seemed to have the same moment of clarity, the air in the room shifting.

You slowly retracted your hand. "...Excuse me? Sir? Roulxs?"

"Yes, dearest?" He slid his gaze to you.

"...How did you get in our home?"

He turns to you with a (seemingly?) charming smile. "Ah! I am most glad thine asked! You see-eth-"

"Pause that thought, sir! I'm cancelling this episode."

Tenna stepped over (far too happily) and grabbed Roulxs by the scruff, comically tossing him out of the open window. You could swear you heard a distant explosion sound. "Good riddance! I couldn't get that strange man to leave fast enough!"

It started simple enough, didn't it?

Ever since last week's silly discovery, you and Tenna had been... well, goofing off whenever possible. Which wasn't often, considering how demanding showbusiness was, but nevertheless, it was occurring.

It was only ever small-scale stuff, nothing like your initial attack on your boss. But the mini-scale war still raged on, attacks here and there striking true:

He poked your sides when he walked by, feigning innocence he never had to start with.

You hooked your fingers under his arms when he was leaned over a desk.

He ran his fingers up your ribs when you reached up for some prop materials (thankfully, he caught what you dropped.)

You wiggled his antenna when he was knelt down picking up some papers he dropped.

Both of you were having fun with it, and you felt like he was testing the waters for an upcoming revenge. It made you nervous, and yet... well, it couldn't be that bad, right? You went easy enough on him, and still haven't launched another big attack on him, so he was more likely to go easy on you... in theory, at least.

You're mainly glad that your friend seems to be in brighter spirits now. Even if it was as childish as tickling, he seemed less stressed lately.

"I told you, you look better with a smile." You skittered your fingers on his neck, watching him jolt and let out a small laugh. He retaliated with a jab to your stomach, causing you to let out a short bark of a laugh.

The recordings were finally done for today, and thus, there was plenty of time to goof off.

"You think you're funny, huh? Real stand-up comedian?" He's trying to feign irritation, but it's hard to take him seriously with that wobbly grin. His hands are alternating between blocking yours from prodding at him, and returning jabs of his own.

"I think I am- hey-!" You backed off with a longer giggle as he honed in on your sides, fingers skittering up and over your ribs.

Tenna looked incredibly smug about his small victory. "A little too sensitive to be this confident, aren't you?"

"So are you!" You shot back, hands grabbing at his sides, only for both wrists to be held firmly. Your friend suddenly lit up, a bright smile crossing his features. Uh oh. You know that look.

"Siiiiiiince our contestant is so adamant about horsing around, I think it's time for a physical challenge!"

The lights dimmed.

One moment, you were looking at your friend, wrists contained firmly... the next, complete darkness. You blinked, realizing that you were now completely alone in the dark room.

"...Tenna...?" You tentatively call out, hearing your voice echo back. Okay, this must be one of the backstage storage rooms. A spotlight shines on you from... somewhere.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for our next contestant, a very dear friend and assistant of mine! The show would surely struggle without all of the boring paperwork they have to do-"

"Tenna, the audience already went home," You called into the darkness, "Mike, too. Nobody's recording."

Things went silent for a moment. Predictably, the audience did not, in fact, give it up for you; because as you previously stated, they were gone for the night.

"...As I was saying-!" He's right back into his stage voice, "Our contestant has eagerly volunteered for a brand-new physical challenge! Hide-and-Seek!"

You sighed wearily. He's planning something, and in true gameshow host form, is refusing to elaborate.

"It's a classic game we all know and love, taking place in the deeper, unseen parts of everyone's favorite studio! This game features a fun little twist for our contestant... hey! Maybe this segment can stay around if it's fun enough! Say, would the contestant like a little explanation, or should we proceed as planned?"

Great. He's full-on host moding it here. "Fine, what are the rules?"

"I'm glad you asked! Our contestant (that's you!) will have five, count it, FIVE minutes to find a proper hiding place! At the end of the countdown, your friendly host will start searching! If our contestant can stay hidden for another five minutes... they win! But if they're FOUND, well... hah! That's a loss! And with a loss, comes a penalty!"

You felt your heart rate pick up slightly. You think you already know what the penalty is. What a fucking goober. He's totally had this planned out for a whike.

"What happens if I win?" You spoke back into the darkness.

"Oh, this isn't a reward round..." Tenna's voice dipped into something almost threatening, "This is a penalty round! You got that?"

A shiver ran down your spine. He was way too good at this. "...Yeah. I got it."

"Great! The timer starts... now!"

The spotlight shut off, leaving you in the silent, dimly-lit storage area again. Your eyes blinked to adjust, arms spreading to reach for a wall to walk along.

You should probably be taking this more seriously, but somehow, you just can't find it in your heart to do so. This was one of the sillest things in the world, and you could really only feel a bit of apprehension at all of it. Tickle hide-and-seek was not the biggest threat, all things considered. He sounded excited by it, too. How could you be a killjoy about this?

You bumped a shelf, cussing quietly under your breath and rubbing your head before walking around it and ducking into a smaller room. You settled on hopping behind a discarded couch. You could still hear the faint ticking of the countdown, but everything else? Complete silence.

Not much time passed, before...

"I hope you're ready, contestant! Because I sure am! Let the hunt... begin!"

A beat.

"I know you're back here, somewhere! I have eyes everywhere! Can you outlast the timer?"

He still sounded far away. You could hear him stalking around, and upon one peek around your hiding spot, you could see the faint light from his screen moving around. You ducked back out of view as it got brighter.

"Helloooooo out there! We both know you're not gonna get away from me for much longer! Why don't you make it easier, hmm? Just come out, I'll go easy on you... maybe!"

You felt like that last bit would have had a laugh track accompanying it if anyone else were still here. Mike, ever quick on the cameras and sound effects, would have-

It's silent.

You strained your ears, realizing that Tenna's voice was no longer calling out. You couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, either. You got up, leaning over to peek around the corner of your hiding spot, only being met with darkness. His screen wasn't lighting up anywhere nearby. That should be a relief, right?

But you knew Tenna. Deeply mischievous, and incredibly resourceful. He was up to something, but his unpredictability made it hard to figure out what.

For now, you leaned back into your hiding spot...

Only for your back to press against something warm. The scent of a familiar cologne suddenly wafted over you, the white glow of a screen lighting up.

You didn't have to look back to know who it was. But you did look up, right into his far-too-smug face. "Hello, Tenna."

You yelped as he suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders, flopping you on the couch you were both hidden behind. "You barely tried! You still had three minutes left on the clock! What happened? Aren't you worried about the penalty!?"

"Tenna, it's a silly game. It's really not the threat you think it is." You ignored your racing heart rate and butterflies in your stomach as he boxed you in. This seemed familiar, somehow.

He gasped in fake shock. "A silly game? A silly game!? That's all this was to you!? Not a tense struggle!? Maybe I should have added a few jumpscare artists... no matter! Are you ready to face... your penalty!?"

You paused. And then proceeded to break out into a fit of giggles. Oh, he's so hammy for no reason. "Yeah, the Shadowguys probably would have fun with- H-HEY-!"

You broke out into another fit of giggles as Tenna's hands descended upon your stomach. Your hands tried to push them off, only for them to shift over to your sides and for your laugh get louder. That cheater brought his claws out.

Tenna lets out a faux hiss, fangs exposed. "The penalty! Is tickling! You knew this! You'll perish by my hands!"

"The-hehehen who wihihil do your paHAHAperwork-!?" You yelped as he poked at your ribs.

"That's what contracts are for!" Right back to his jovial self, "I could rope some other employee in. Say, what was that about the shadowguys enjoying this particular assignment? You think those rascals would?"

With his hands poking around your torso randomly, you were laughing too hard for a proper response.

"You've got a good point! I'd tell you to write that down, but it seems like you're busy enough. Paperwork is an awful lotta work, huh? Say, first thing tomorrow! Let's set up a proper test run, with employees and all. I think we could send a Zapper in, right? Need someone ticklish who would be able to give a good response... other than you, at least."

You let out a short squeal as his fingers found their way under your arms.

"Hey now, this conversation is feeling awfully one-sided! I'm trying to bounce ideas off of you! Those Shadowguys are probably going to be just as tickled pink about this. Zapper, eh... not so much."

When he started pinching at your hips, your laugh had finally slipped into silent territory. Maybe you should have worried more about this game... one of your hands went up, palm tapping rapidly at his shoulder.

"Oops-! Looks like that's all the time we have for today, folks!" He chuckled to himself as he stopped. "...You, uh, okay there...?"

You fought off the remaining giggles and phantom sensations, only giving him a nod. You'd survive, but holy shit. You'd have to pay him back again, but that would just kickstart this entire cycle all over again.

...It is fun, though. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

"...Wait, you really want to add a tickle hide-and-seek to the show?"