I did a thinggg.. agdkdmgedbkehd I'm not super good at writing but I thought this would fit my oc Osby really well! Feat. Emerson (Emmy) and Rox!
Osby awoke to loud laughter coming from the living room. What could be so funny? He ripped off his covers and fixed his shorts. Grabbing a hair tie on the way out, he headed out the door into the hallway, putting his hair up into a messy, white man-bun. The laughter got louder.
"cUHUHUhuT it oUHUT- hEHEhe.. wahait noho eheMMY-"
Confused, Osby stood at the end of the hallway, watching the odd scene. Rox was lying on the ground, laughing his head off, while Emerson sat Infront of him, seemingly squeezing his stomach.
"Wait for what, Pebbles? Huh?" Emerson teased, giggling along with him.
"..Uh.." Osby paused, his webbed hand coming up to rub his undercut. "Emerson..?"
Emerson ceased her "attack", Rox's giggles slowing, and looked up at Osby.
"Oh! Good morning, Osby!" She smiled, and cocked her head to the side upon seeing Osby's concerned expression.
"..What were you doing to Rox? Why was he laughing? Nothing was funny, I think."
"I was tickling him! He's really ticklish. He stole the remote." Rox let out a playfully offended "Hey!" at the comment about his ticklishness. Emerson, giggling at his response, stood, picking up the remote.
"I'll take that!' She said quietly to Rox.
Osby walked slowly over to the sofa with Emerson and Rox, who was still on the floor.
"What is.. 'tickling'?" He questioned, over-pronouncing the word in confusion.
"You don't know what tickling is?" Rox scoffed, lifting his head from his limp stance on the carpet, then letting it fall again. "Damn, man."
Emerson giggled at his cluelessness. "Tickling is when someone touches another person in a way that makes them all giggly! Some people like it, others hate it. It embarrasses some people, too, like Rox." Rox sat up quickly, a pink blush across his cheeks.
Emerson smiled playfully, looking at Rox. "Sure, bud."
"Personally, I like tickling! It's a fun way to bond with your friends and build trust."
"How do you.. tickling?" Osby asked another question, always one to be inquisitive.
"Here, I'll show you." She chuckled, then made her hands into claw shapes, "Like this, and then you move you fingers up and down."
Osby, although sort of slow and inconsistent, got the consept.
"..Okayyy, but how do I make you laugh?" He smiled softly, eager to make his friend happy.
Emerson moved her hands to his sides, then doing the same movement with her hands.
"Eek!" Osby leaned forward, covering his sides. Emerson stopped, unsure of how Osby felt about it. She was always one to respect boundaries.
"Woahh, it's like.. tingly!" Osby exclaimed, looking down at his green, freckley stomach. Emerson giggled as she saw Osby's eyes light up.
"Can I 'tickling' you?" His asked, his unintentional puppy eyes winning Emerson over.
"Hehe! Okay, just a little bit!" She felt her cheeks heat up a little, despite her composed exterior.
Osby put his hands on her sides, slowly moving his fingers just how Emerson had shown him.
"Youhu're dohoing it! Ehehee! Ohokay, ohokahay, stohop!"
Osby stopped right when she said so.
"I like the 'tickling'. It's really cute!"
"There's lots of ways to tickle someone. They can be ticklish in different spots, too. Like Rox has ticklish knees!" Osby giggled at Rox's flustered reaction, he playfully shoving Emerson's leg.
The rest of the day was filled with curious and unintentionally flustering questions, giggles, and lots of smiles.
Gosh, I have good friends. Osby thought, smiling, sitting in his bed that night.