#tcau

"Hey um, so I messed up- I know you said no ice cream after 8 pm but-"

"They gave you puppy eyes and now they're bouncing off the walls?" the empath finished.

To be honest it wasn't quite your fault. You swore you saw a dollop of ice cream in the corner of their mouth when they first asked; but it was gone in a blink of an eye. And now they're speaking so fast you could hardly understand them.

"Didyouknowcowshavebestfriends?They alsohaveaccentsdependingonwherethey'refrom.Somewhereoutthereisabritishcowallposhsippingteaandgoingmoohahahaha"

("Did you know cows have best friends?They  also have accents depending on where they're from. Somewhere out there is a british cow all posh, sipping tea and going moo hahahaha")

By the time you actually processed what was said, you were met with a gust of air.

"So what do I do?" you ask exasperated.

"Um I usually just wait it out or you know..."

Oh... T-that. The thing that you kinda sorta liked. Their knowing chuckle rang in your ear before they hung up. The real trick is finding a way to umm... do the thing to someone who can run a marathon under 20 nanoseconds.

"I have a fun fact for you-"

The whirlwind pauses curiously.

"But it requires a demonstration" you add, directing them to lay on the couch.

They quirk an eyebrow when you straddle their waist.

"Did you know humans sometimes have 25 ribs"

You're met with a very unimpressed look. Did you really think they would-

"25? Don't you mean 23?" they chide, speaking slower to emphasize that they are sassing you.

Huh. Guess it would work out after all. With a smirk, you bring your fingers to their ribs.

A giggle. You had barely moved but they seemed to have processed what you were about to do. You won't have long till-

"Are you trying to tickle me?" they manage to say through titters.

You're doomed.

By the time your eyes adjusted, you found yourself beneath them.

"I can't believe you tried to tickle me" they say with feigned annoyance, mischief oozing from their very being.

The anticipation is unbearingly slow. That jerk you call friend is doing it on purpose. A poke, of course, is all it took to get a giggle drawn out of you. With a shit eating grin plastered on their face, they continue poking. Try as you may but they're always one step ahead. You cover your sides, they poke your tummy. You cover your tummy, they poke your ribs and you get the idea. Lightly, methodically, fast. A surge of ticklishness fills your core as you feel hundreds of pokes in the span of seconds. Your brain couldn't process it all, just screaming that it tickles. And it tickles bad.

"Ohohoh you are stupid ticklish huh? Nice."

They seemed to have stopped as soon as they started, eyeing you with sheer amusement. They hold up their hands, and in an instant you pick up on each finger vibrating. Slowly, again, with the dumb leisurely pace, they lowed their hands, hovering over your ribs. A chuckle snaps you out of your daze. They're toying with you and you hate it. You definitely hate it. (/s)

A screech breeches your lips as the vibrations seem to tickle your ribs from the inside. You're not sure you've felt this kind of ticklishness in your life. Your back arches, your arms desperately clamber down to your sides, trapping yourself with the organic vibrating flesh mittens. Light, fluttering shockwaves ripple against your sensitive skin, causing you to curl up into yourself. Soon, two gentle arms wrap around you in an affectionate embrace.

"You good?"

Face flushed, hair a mess, tears streaked with mirth. No, you were most certainly not okay. You could have died. Tickled within an inch of your life. Were you going to think of this moment for a long time? Absolutely! But not because you enjoyed it! No, definitely not! (I am lying)

You eventually reply with a nod and a muttered "you suck".

Rule #359 speedsters will always have the last laugh.

Those loving arms holding you soon transform to one evil arm holding you hostage and the other eviler arm vibrating against your lower back.