#ticklish!vil

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vil sighed. rook poked him in the side, resulting in a gasp from the other. vil whipped his head around, sending him a glare.

“what was that, rook?” vil asked. “i am not in the mood today.”

“of course, roi du poison. i would never wish to make you feel worse,” rook assured, placing a hand over his heart. “i notice that you are upset. may i try to cheer you up?”

“cheer me up? don’t bother. i am feeling fine, in fact.”

“ah, but that is a lie, my dear vil. your eyebrows are slanted 10 degrees, you have sighed approximately sixteen times, and you have “checked” your nails three times more than usual.” rook explained and vil would have felt much more creeped out if he hadn’t known what rook was like.

“you’re so strange,” vil sighed, rolling his eyes.

“i prefer eccentric. the fact of the matter is, you’re not feeling your best. i can remedy that.”

“oh?” vil raised a brow, no doubt that he would regret entertaining rook like this. “how so?”

“tickling, of course!” rook declared and vil averted his eyes.

“tickling? don’t be ridiculous.”

“oh, but why don’t we try first? i assure you it works much better than you would assume,” rook added, a feign calmness in his posture. his eyes, on the other hand, revealed a hint of hopefulness. vil looked at him, thinking. sure, rook was.. weird, but vil trusted him.

“…..fine.” rook lit up at that but it was barely noticeable. at once, rook began to tickle vil, venturing the sensitive spots on his body.

vil didn’t bother to conceal his laughter. after all, rook already knew he was ticklish.

“heheheheah!” he giggled, breathless and pretty, exactly how one would imagine him to laugh. rook had told him before that his laughter was one of his favorite sounds.

“ah, like music to my ears.” rook continued poking and pressing at vil’s ribs as if it were a piano, which felt horribly sensitive.

“rohoohok!” vil giggled and rook chuckled at him.

“yes, roi du poison?” when rook actually responded, vil realized he didn’t know what he was even wanting to say. so, instead, he said nothing, any words he may have had replaced by giggles.

rook kneaded his ticklish skin with precision and the experience he had was obvious. it made vil wonder if tickling was something rook had done often.