#ticklee!hunter

"Plehehease just get on with ihihihit!" Hunter pleaded, stuck underneath Darius on the couch.

"Get on with what, little prince?" He asks smoothly, pulling up the kids shirt.

"Dahaharius!" He whines, putting his hands on his face.

"Hm?"

"Plehehehease juhust- juhust dohoho ihihit!"

"Do what?"

"Yohohou knohohow whahahat!"

"Mm... do I?"

"Yehehehes!"

"Maybe you should tell me what I need to do. To get on the same page." Hunter whined, and Darius smiled at his dramatics. "Oh, come on, kid. It can't really be that bad."

"Dahaharius!"

"Maybe you're having trouble pronouncing it. Tickle. Ti-ckle. Tickle. You try."

"Ihihi hahate you sohoho muhuhuch!"

"Well fine." Darius feigned offense. "I won't tickle you then."

"Wait nohoho!"

"Okay, I'll give you a choice." He says. "You either ask me, or, you count down from 5." Hunter whined, desperate for Darius to just tickle him already.

"Plehehease?"

"Please what?"

"F- five." Darius raises his hands into a claw, slowly lowering his hands, getting closer to his tummy. "Four."

"Good job."

"Three... two... I can't."

"You've come this far, little prince."

"One." Darius nods, fingers nearly touching the skin. Hunter took a deep breath. "Go!"