#switch!larry needlemeyer

—————————————————————————————————— “Holy cow… I think thats enough work…” Larry said as soon he arrives to Steve Small’s home. He had a rough day at work. Larry turned the knobs of his partners door and sat on the couch.

“Good evening Larry!” Steve said with a smile, aware of his day at work.

“Good evening I guess…” Larry said exhaustedly.

”Say, you seem tired!” Steve said.

“Well, yeah. I had to deal with some karen because she cant find… a pear. Its clearly easy to find, not even directions can console her.” Larry complained.

“Dear goodness! That seems horrible! Hey, I think you would be smiling from this…” Steve plotted, he gave Larry a weird looking item with a lock. Larry seemed confused as to why his partner gave him that item, but Larry ordered.

“Uhh, thanks?” Larry complied, he went to his room to inspect it. Curious, he wore the item, unware of its intent.

[TO THE LIVING ROOM]

(In Steves mind) “Nows my chance! PUT IT ON MAX!!!”

[TO LARRYS ROOM]

“Hehey w-why do I feheheel- *snort* t-ticklihish?” Larry questioned. It feels like someone is tickling him everywhere. He ignores everything and only focuses on the tickling sensation he has.

“NOHOHOHOHO GET IT OHOHOHOHOFF OF MEHEHEHEHEE!!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He realized it was on max, it was some kind of belt. Steve opens the door, holding the remote. He found Steve so he took the remote and turned it off.

“Larry, how did you know I was trying to tickle you?” Steve admitted. Larry, enraged by this pins Steve down to the floor. Steve, aware of what Larry is going to do, smiles wobbly, sweat drips down, looking concerned.

“L-Larry Needlemeyer, I dont lihike where this is- *breathe* gohoing…” Steve stammered awkwardly.

“OH?! YOU TRIED TO TICKLE ME TO DEATH, WHY WONT YOU PROVE IT THEN?!” Larry yelled, while wiggling his fingers. He started small, skittering his fingers on Steve’s chest.

“H-HEHEY GET OHOHOFF OF MEHEHEHEEEE!!!” Steve laughed.

“Well, how do YOU feel if you were tickled at such a young age?” Larry teased.

“NOOHOHO PLEASE I HAHAHAHAHAD ENOHOHOHOUGH!!!” Steve giggled.

“OK?! THEN LET THE VIOLENCE BEGIN!” Larry cried, before… a loud and abrupt sound. One, hellish, raspberry blown on Steve’s stomach.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!!” Steve guffawed, before nibbling Larry on the shoulder. Larry only yelped since it wasnt a big deal.

“HEHEHEY WATCH THAT YOU PRICK!!!” Larry said. He now decided to squish his fluffy, and soft armpits.

“F-FIHIHIHINE I WILL- AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA WILL SHOW YOU HOW ITS DOHOHONE!” Steve cackled. He shooed Larry off of him before grabbing a box of old dreamcatchers, plucking off the feathers, one by one. Pinning Larry down to the ground back, tickling his very sensitive feet with one of the feathers.

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA WHAT IS THIHIHIS A TIHIHIHICKLE FIGHT??? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” Larry laughed.

“WELL, WHAT COULD IT BE OUT OF ALL THINGS?!” Steve teased. Larry flailed his arms around trying to break free. Until Steve stopped tickling his feet.

“Ahh… Haha…*hic* haha…” Larry sighed. Steve still had one more thing in mind, nuzzle him.