The night picnic(?) scene does get talked about enough. Kaufmo and Ribbit trying to make Jax laugh and celebrating when they did? Him laughing again when ribbit makes a jab at kaufmo for not being funny? A perfect opportunity for kaufmo to go "Oh yeah? Let's see about this!" and going in to tickle him.
Him and Ribbit do seem like the type that would tease a LOT too. I think they'd love talking about Jax as they're tickling him as if he's not even there and it flustering the fuck out of him.
Summary: To ensure the team's safety on their trek to the villa, Giorno creates a small frog. But when the creature falls into the hands of Mista and Narancia, they accidentally uncover a hidden weakness in Gold Experience's ability and they aren't about to let the newbie off easily.
Lee! Giorno Giovanna
Lers! Guido Mista; Narancia Ghirga
A/N: OMG I'M SO SORRY ANON YOUR ASK GOT DELETED FOR SUM REASON! And I should probably warn y'all first that the premise of this fic isn't really canon. I stumbled upon this headcanon back around 2022, and I haven't been able to get it outta my head ever since, so I just had to write a fic about it. Basically, the headcanon is that Giorno's creations act as an extension of his Stand, meaning any physical sensation or attack inflicted on them is directly transferred back to Giorno himself. Anyway enjoy the fic Ig. Anon I'm sorry again
The sun over Capri was unforgivingly baking the cobblestone streets as the newly promoted Capo, Bruno Bucciarati, led his team away from the docks. The promotion had changed the air. They weren't just a street gang anymore; they were the guardians of the Boss’s daughter.
Fugo was walking between Mista and Narancia, mid-lecture about the geographical significance of the island, but he stopped abruptly when Bucciarati looked back.
"Fugo," Bruno called, motioning for him to come alongside him. "I need to go over the perimeter details of the villa before we arrive."
"Of course." Fugo said, adjusting his tie and hurried forward, leaving the Mista and Narancia behind.
Narancia kicked a loose pebble, his eyes drifting to Giorno. The newbie was walking a few paces ahead, his posture stiff and formal.
Then to Narancia's surprise, Giorno suddenly leaned down to pick up a small, flat stone from the edge of a flowerbed. With a golden flash from his Stand's hand, the stone changed its shape and pulsed between his fingers. In Giorno's palm sat a vibrant green tree frog, its throat swelling as it let out a soft croak. Giorno didn't look back, he simply let the frog hop toward a nearby stone wall, presumably to act as a lookout.
"Duuuude..!" Narancia hissed. He snagged the brim of Mista’s hat, hauling him down by force just so he could whisper right into his ear, "His ability is to make animals! Look at that thing!"
Mista grumbled at the yank on his hat, squinting past Narancia at the wall, then over at Giorno's back. "Yeah, I saw it. It's just a frog. We better focus on the mission…" He put on a bored act, but his eyes stayed dead-set on the little green speck right as it botched a jump against the brick and came tumbling down into the dirt.
"See? I told you it was his!" Narancia darted forward, scooping the tiny thing up in his hands before it could hop away.
"Ew, gross, why did you take it?" Mista grimaced, though he didn't pull away. "Put it back, Narancia. The newbie probably had some purpose for this thing."
"It's not gross, it's cool." Narancia whispered back, completely engrossed. He held the frog in his cupped hands, watching its golden eyes. "I wonder if it's as smart as he is."
Up ahead, Giorno’s shoulders suddenly jerked.
Narancia didn't notice. He took his pointer finger and lightly poked the frog's soft belly, and then, he began to rhythmically pet the top of its head. "Man, it even feels real..." he muttered, completely fascinated.
Giorno twitched again. This time more violently. His hand flying up to adjust the collar of his jacket as if he were suddenly losing his balance.
Mista's stride slowed. He watched Narancia poke the frog a second time, tracking the movement just in time to see Giorno's head loll slightly to the side, his pace faltering for a fraction of a second.
As the dots connected, Mista suddenly lunged, throwing his forearm around Narancia's neck in a flash of mild panic and hauling him backward into a tight, frantic huddle. "Heyheyheyhey! Narancia, look..!" he hissed under his breath.
"Ow! What the hell, Mista?!" Narancia choked out, nearly dropping the frog as he squirmed against the sudden chokehold. He threw an annoyed glare at Mista but as his eyes followed the manic direction of his nod, his irritation evaporated.
Ten feet ahead, Giorno had gone entirely rigid, his fingers twitching violently against the fabric of his trousers. Narancia's mouth fell open into a slow, wicked grin as his brain finally caught up to what Mista was implying.
"Every time you touch that thing..." Mista murmured, a slow, wicked smirk carving across his face.
"He feels it," Narancia finished for him, his voice dropping into an awed whisper.
Mista nodded "Yeah, I think his sensors are plugged straight into this frog. Whatever you do to the animal, he's catching the feedback out there."
A devious, wide grin completely took over Narancia's features. To test the theory of this incredible new discovery, he adjusted his hold on the little creature. Deliberately and carefully, he extended his index finger and dragged the pad of his thumb along the frog's slick green side in one long, painfully slow, feather-light stroke.
Up ahead, the results were instantaneous.
Giorno's entire spine snapped perfectly straight, his shoulders hitching violently as if a current of pure electricity had just been shot through his body. A muffled, completely strangled sound escaped his throat. Blinded by the sudden, overwhelming wave of sensations, his foot caught the uneven edge of the cobblestones, sending him stumbling sideways. He barely managed to throw his hands out in time, narrowly avoiding a collision with a rusty iron lamppost. He clamped his fingers onto the metal pole instead, clinging to it as he proceeded just what on earth was that feeling..
Narancia had to shove his own fist into his mouth to suffocate the explosive laugh bubbling up in his chest. He wheezed in a desperate, breathy whisper, tears prickling the corners of his eyes as he cradled the unbothered frog tightly against his chest, making sure not to stroke it again. "Oh my, this is too good. This is the best day of my life."
"Shh, keep it down! He's still close enough to hear us!" Mista hissed, though he was doing a terrible job of hiding his own face behind his hand, his shoulders shaking with silent, hysterical giggles. He glanced up at Giorno, who was now stiffly dusting off his suit jacket. "Man, this rookie's tough. Don't touch that thing again out here, save it for later. We're gonna have so much fun at the house."
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The Villa San Giovanni was blissfully quiet, insulated from the ambient hum of the Capri streets and the oppressive, heavy glare of the midday sun. Near the open windowsill, Fugo was focused on organizing a stack of maps and documents, though his attention kept fracturing. For the fifth time in ten minutes, his gaze flicked suspiciously over to the sofa.
Giorno was sitting there, his posture entirely collapsed. He had his face buried deeply in one hand, his fingers clamped over his mouth with a white knuckled grip that looked almost painful. His other arm was wrapped tightly around his abdomen for an unknown reason. With his eyes squeezed shut, his entire frame was trembling with a silent, rhythmic shaking that he was clearly fighting with every ounce of his remaining willpower.
Fugo let out a heavy sigh at the sight. This was his third time trying to get through to the newcomer, his frown deepening into a line of genuine concern. "Giorno? Seriously, are you alright?" he asked again, crossing his arms. "You’ve been acting strange ever since we stepped off the trail. If you're coming down with something, just say it. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I am... fine, Fugo," Giorno managed to choke out. His voice was strained, a few octaves higher than his usual calm, low register. "I just...g-got a cramp. It will pass any minute now..."
Fugo shook his head, thoroughly unconvinced. A different excuse every single time. Well, if the rookie insisted on keeping his illness a secret, then fine, so be it. Fugo was already getting tired of his mysterious nature anyway.
High above the safehouse floor, hidden away in the shadows of the wooden ladder leading to the loft, Mista and Narancia were curled up together like two kids up to no good. Narancia held a thin, delicate straw of grass, brushing the tip of it along the tiny green frog perched on his knee with delicate precision.
Both boys had their faces buried deep into their collars, desperately trying to muffle the hysterical giggles that threatened to echo through the rafters. Watching Passione’s most stoic, untouchable rookie completely unravel across the room was easily the best entertainment they'd had all week.
Suddenly, the frog scrambled. The creature had been sitting perfectly still, but its tiny muscles coiled with sudden tension as it picked up on its creator's frantic call. With a desperate leap, it launched itself off Narancia's kneecap right toward the open edge of the loft railing.
"Whoa! It’s making a break for it!" Narancia hissed, lunging forward, but his fingertips missed the slick green skin by a hair. The frog plummeted into freefall toward the hard floor below until another hand snapped out of the shadows, snatching it cleanly out mid-air with the grace of a seasoned gunslinger.
Mista opened his palm, looking down at the creature. It was squirming with a sudden, unnatural intensity, its little legs kicking frantically against his hand, trying to break free from an unyielding grip.
"Look at that," Mista whispered, his eyes widening as he adjusted his hold. "It’s trying to hop away. Giorno's pulling it back to him."
"Wait, Giorno can actually control it from all the way over there?" Narancia asked, leaning heavily over Mista’s shoulder to watch the tiny struggle.
"Looks like it," Mista muttered, watching the frantic kicking. "I wonder why he doesn't just turn it back into pebble. He should be able to do that from anywhere, no?" He closed his fingers into a loose, warm cage around the frog, feeling the rapid, terrified vibration of its tiny heart against his palm. "If he’s trying this hard to pull it back, then it means he really doesn't want us playing with it. Which means..."
A wicked glint flashed in Mista's eyes as his gaze traveled up to the dried blade of grass Narancia was still clutching.
"Gimme that," Mista grinned, snatching the grass from his partner's hand. "If the boy wants his frog back, he’s gonna have to earn it."
Down on the sofa, Giorno felt the physical shift instantly. The phantom sensation of open air vanished, replaced by a suffocating warmth enveloping his creation. It’s trapped, he realized, his heart hammering violently against his ribs. Where did it even wander off to? I was certain I gave it a slow enough metabolism so it wouldn't hop too far away.
Panic flaring, he began to call upon Gold Experience to forcefully unmake the creature from a distance. But before his Stand could even manifest, a sensation from earlier struck his flanks all over again.
Mista had begun to work with clinical precision. He teasingly dragged the serrated edge of the grass in long and slow strokes along the frog's sensitive, or rather Giorno's sensitive flanks.
Giorno's back arched up involuntarily. A sharp, gasping breath escaped him and he bit his lip so hard it bled, desperate to keep himself quiet. Then suddenly Giorno heard a familiar, muffled giggle echoing from the high rafters. Mista and Narancia…
He tried once more to mentally retract the frog since now he knew its location but Mista caught the internal tug. Countering it instantly, the gunman began swirling the grass in a rapid, frantic circle right against the frog’s belly.
"A-ah—!" A choked, high-pitched gasp tore past Giorno's teeth before he could stop it. The sensory overload was overwhelming. Giorno's legendary composure shattered into pieces. Every single time he tried to focus his mind to cancel the ability, the ticklish sensation would spike, sending a jolt of electricity through his nerves that forced his concentration to break. I can't—I can't focus—!
Up in the shadows, Narancia couldn't contain himself anymore. Seeing Giorno squirming like a landed fish on the sofa below was too much temptation. "Move over, let me do it!" he whispered frantically, nudging Mista aside. Narancia didn't even bother with the grass. He used his own fingers, wiggling his fingertips in a fast, relentless motion right under the frog's tiny armpits and down its sides.
Down on the couch, the double-pronged assault completely wrecked Giorno. He collapsed sideways onto the cushions, his legs curling up toward his chest as the agonizingly sharp, ticklish friction multiplied tenfold.
"N-Narancia! Mista, e-enoHOugh—!" Giorno wheezed out, his voice completely broken, dissolving into a breathless, desperate burst of suppressed laughter that he tried to smother against the leather. He slammed his fist hard against the couch, once, twice, a bang of pure frustration and helpless agony as his body betrayed him. He couldn't breathe, his lungs burned as the invisible fingers danced across his ribs.
Narancia’s hands froze dead in the air, the laughter completely dying in his throat. He strained his ears, his head tilting toward the main area below. He had caught his own name echoing from the other side of the safehouse. Mista paused too, lowering the blade of grass, both of them instantly switching into a dead silent listening mode.
Downstairs, Bruno Bucciarati's calm, authoritative voice carried up from the kitchen doorway, speaking directly to Fugo. "We need to restock our supplies. Fugo, we are sending Narancia to do the shopping."
Fugo’s response was immediate and thick with disbelief. "Narancia? Bucciarati, you can't be serious. He's way too reckless to handle this alone right now. If he slips up, he could expose us, put the whole team in jeopardy and more importantly, he could put the boss's daughter in direct danger! Why not let *me* go instead?"
"No," Bucciarati replied firmly. "Narancia is the only one who should go. His Stand ability is uniquely suited for this. If anyone tries to follow him from the market, Aerosmith will detect and track them instantly. He is the best choice to ensure no one leaves a tail."
Up on the loft landing, Narancia’s eyes went completely round. A massive, thrilled grin split across his face. Bruno, Bruno Bucciarati himself had explicitly chosen him for a mission based on his skill. Hyped up on pure validation, Narancia completely forgot about the prank. He scrambled to his feet, hopped off the loft landing, and practically flew toward the stairs to meet them, carelessly dropping the little green frog that had been sitting on his knee.
"Whoa—hey!" Mista hissed, lunging forward to catch the falling creature before it hit the floor below. But his fingers never made the contact. Mid-fall, with a faint clink, the tiny green frog vanished, reverting back into its original form. A harmless, ordinary grey pebble dropped onto the wooden steps and rolled down the stairs.
Down on the sofa, the suffocating wave of phantom sensations vanished. Giorno slumped heavily against the leather cushions, completely exhausted and catching his breath in long, ragged drafts. His trembling hand, which he had raised in a desperate final attempt to focus his willpower on the frog, dropped limply over the edge of the couch.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, letting out a faint, tired sigh. "Finally..." he muttered under his breath, his chest still heaving.
In the background, Fugo's sharp, lecturing voice was already echoing from the kitchen as Narancia bounded in. "Narancia, listen carefully. This is the list of food and other things you need to buy, and these are the keys to the car. If you lose either of them, I swear to God..."
I just woke up from a Ratatouille dream where Linguini was tickling Remy as revenge for that scene, and then Remy tickled him back like in the movie... Ow Ratatouille you will always be my favorite movie, it should have more tickle content 😔
Hiii Since I see you're drawing a lot of Danganronpa and (I think) you're accepting requests to draw from it, I was wondering if you could draw Ler! Kokichi and Lee! Shuichi 👉👈 I just love them so much
Omg I missed this duo so much actually
For some, they're overrated, but I was the kind of person who liked almost everything and liked about all the character combinations, even if they were overly popular
I was inspired after finishing the first chapter of SBR recently and made this. For some context, the Pistols want to hear Giorno laugh... And they succeed 💝
Thanks to @supershytickles for being part of the process 👀
So, I'm waiting for my friend to finish her exams so we can watch all of Hazbin Hotel Season 2 together, so I haven't seen any spoilers yet, but-- WHAT DO YOU MEAN LUCIFER IS CANONICALLY TICKLISH
Holy cripes I'm nervous now.... but I'm going for it!!
Here it is folks! I finally finished the WIP from last week!
Odysseus and Penelope tickling each other in their olive tree bed!
I hope the visible branches look okay. I didn't want to blur them anymore than this.
(For the two danganronpa fans that like tckl fics here)
Hey guys. Never posted here before 😟
I never see anybody posting much danganronpa tckl content so here you go, if you have any characters from the games that you’d like me to do next, I can definitely give it a go. Anyway, enjoy epic gamers 😋👍
It was just another day trapped in the killing game. I had some free time, and so I decided to go to the dining hall to make some tea. Even though I had found myself in this abnormal situation, being able to sit down, drink tea and collect my thoughts was an oddly comforting way to pass time… It was something that I had done a lot back at home. I entered the kitchen and after making the drink just like how I used to, I made my way back to the sitting area. I was the only one in the room… For now anyway.
As I was sitting down with my freshly made drink, I was suddenly startled by the door to the dining hall swinging open and loudly hitting the wall with a thud. An obnoxiously loud voice greeted me, I immediately knew who it was.
“Shuichi! There you are!” I turned around to see Kokichi skipping towards me.
“K-Kokichi! Don’t barge in like that!..”
“Sooorry, I’m just super happy that I found you! I’ve been looking around all over the place for you, y’know.” He sat down on the chair beside me.
“For me? Why?”
“I just have a liiitle problem and I thought- “Who better to ask for help then the ultimate detective himself!” I gotta say, I’m pretty lucky that I ended up trapped here with someone like you~.”
Ignoring that last part, I questioned him. “What’s wrong?” I said, realising that I had now made the mistake of actually listening to what he had to say.
“Well, you see, I’ve lost something super duper important and without it, I don’t even think I can hold the title of the ultimate supreme leader! You’ve gotta help me find it.”
“Huh? What exactly *is* this thing?”
“I can’t tell you silly! Only someone with my status can know what it is.”
“How do you expect me to help you find something if I don’t even know what it looks like?”
“You’re the ultimate detective! Shouldn’t you be able to like, find stuff without knowing what it is or what it looks like?”
“Thats… Not how it works..” I replied. “Why would I even help you anyway? You’ve been nothing but trouble ever since we got here.”
His cheerful demeanour abruptly changed as he gave me a cold stare, his voice lowered. “Cuz if you don’t, I’m totally going to kill you.”
I gave him a bewildered look, which was exactly what he wanted from me. “W-what? Are you being serious?”
“I dunno, am I? You better comply, I wouldn’t risk it if I were you.”
I took a second to think. He had me right where he wanted me. I knew I couldn’t trust him. I just had to go along with it.
With a sigh, I finally replied. “Alright, I’ll help.”
As if a switch was flipped in his mind, his happy demeanour hastily returned. “Yayyyy~ I knew you would! C’mon follow me.”
With a prolonged sigh, I got up, poured my perfectly good cup of tea down the drain in the kitchen and followed Kokichi out of the dining hall... Well, it was more like Kokichi grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of the dining hall. From there, what would come to be the longest wild goose chase in existence commenced. We spent hours going from room to room, searching for this mysterious item, to which we found nothing. Any attempt I made to inquire about what the thing was just gave me cryptic responses and even more confusion. I was getting tired, though Kokichi seemed just as energetic and enthusiastic as he was when we started looking. I had finally had enough when he made me search the warehouse for a second time, with the excuse that he was “Too small and frail” to reach the shelves and look with me. I finally spoke up.
“Kokichi, I’m tired of your nonsense. We’ve been at this for hours now. I really don’t think we’re going to find it, especially since you keep insisting that I can’t know what it is.”
A sad expression developed on his face. “Come oooon.. We can’t give up nowww…”
“If this thing is so important to you, why aren’t you worried right now? You’ve been so enthusiastic this whole time.”
“Oh I’m toootally freaking out on the inside right now. I’m just hiding it super well.”
Suddenly, as if something had clicked in his head, his eyes lit up and a mischievous grin appeared on his face… What was he up to now?
“I’m the detective now Shuichi! Clearly you’re too lame of a detective to find it!”
I was really losing my temper now. “What?”
“Now.. Thinking about this logically… We’ve searched basically everywhere that it could be now, which brings me to the conclusion that…” he paused for a second and then let out a dramatic gasp, “You stole it!”
Taken aback, I began to defend myself. “H-huh? Me?! But I don’t even know what it is!”
“Tsk tsk, Shuichi. No point in lying to me! I can see right through you! Hmm… That’s it. I’m gonna have to search you!”
“S-search me? As in… Feel around my body?!” The thought of that happening scared me. I could feel my face getting warm.
“Yup! You must have it hidden on you somewhere! Your face it totally screaming, “I’m guilty!” Right now.”
“I-I don’t have it, I swear!”
“Hmm, you’re stuttering… And your face is going all red too. That’s a big pointer to you being the culprit! C’mere!”
I made a feeble attempt to back away from him, but it was too late. He pounced on me, causing us both to topple to the ground. He straddled me, slipped his small hands under my uniform and began feeling around my torso. I immediately felt my face turning a deep shade of red. I couldn’t believe that I was being overpowered by such a small guy so easily. As his fingers moved along me, I found myself suddenly trying to hold back laughter. Why was this tickling me? My body tensed up and I began squirming. I brought one of my hands to my mouth self consciously in an attempt to cover both the smile that was starting to grow on my face and my redness. Impulsively, I blurted out-
“K-kokichi! Quihihit it already! Y-you’re tickling me!”
I immediately came to regret saying that.
“No can do!” He gasped, “Hey, does it tickle when I do this?” His fingers began to focus their attention on my sides. I’d always been pretty insecure about them because I thought that I put on weight easily. I’ve heard that you’re most ticklish in places that you’re insecure about and I suppose that’s true in my case because when he did this, I completely lost the little composure that I had and couldn’t suppress my laughter any longer.
“Wait! W-where are you putting your ha- PFFT, hahahahaha p-plehehease stohohohop!”
But of course he didn’t stop. It was Kokichi after all.
“Aww how cute! The ultimate detective is suuuper sensitive!”
That unnecessary comment made my blush grow stronger. “I-I didn’t take ihihit I swehehehear! P-plehehease, have mercyhehe!”
But again, my pleading did absolutely nothing and he continued to prod at my body despite my protests.
“Stop lying to me! Hmm… Maybe you have it stashed away.. Here!”
With that, his hands made their way from my sides to under my arms. My hand that was placed over my mouth tightened and I immediately tucked my arms to my sides in an attempt to block out his fingers, accidentally trapping them instead.
“K-Kokichihihi! I cahahahan’t take ihihihit! I-I’m seheherious, it’s toohoho muhuhuch!” I continued to flail around in an attempt to escape him, but to no avail.
Nuh-uh Shuichi! If you’re still not gonna confess, I’m just gonna have to keep looking!”
At this point, I couldn’t tell if he was searching me or trying to tickle a confession out of me, but regardless, I was completely helpless. It had been minutes now and I was still a laughing mess on the floor. If I didn’t give him an answer, this could continue for hours! My eyes periodically averted to the door, I was praying that nobody would walk in on this. My thoughts were interrupted when Kokichi began to speak again.
“Hey! Why are you covering your mouth? You totally have it in there don’t you!?”
Still spidering his fingers on me with one hand, he slipped his other hand back out from under my uniform and began to try and move my hand away from my mouth. I grabbed his wrist with my other hand and a struggle began, but this just ended up leaving my torso more vulnerable. After fighting for about a minute, he dug his fingers into one side of my ribs, which finally made me move my hand away from my face in order to cover them. My body completely gave in and I ended up letting go of Kokichis wrist and bringing my other arm down to my ribs so that I was shielding both sides of myself.
He looked even happier than he did before. “There’s that smile!” As if he had misspoke, he looked away from me and back at me again. “I mean- I guess my thing isn’t in there.”
At this point, there were tears forming in my eyes and he seemed to have realised that I was reaching my limit. He finally stopped, got off of me and stood up, though I still lay on the ground giggling and hiccuping for a few more seconds. Shaken up from what just happened, I unsteadily began to stand and try to find my footing, using a nearby shelf to support myself.
“Well Shuichi, I suppose I’ve gotta confess something to you.”
I looked at him inquisitively, still trying to catch my breath. “What do you mean “confess something?”
He put his hands together behind his back and began to explain. “Welllll~ see, y’know the thing that you and I have been searching for? Yeahhh that kinda sort of doesn’t exist. I lied about it!”
I looked at him, shocked by what he had just told me. “W-what? So… I just went through all of that for absolutely nothing?!”
“Well~ I don’t know about you, but I had a tooon of fun!… And that’s no lie. Judging how much you were laughing and smiling, I’d guess that you totally had a lot of fun too. You should do it more often.”
A light blush grew on my face once more and in place of a reply, I looked away from him, embarrassed by what he said.
“But y’know, you’d seriously oughta pray that someone doesn’t interrogate you for information while you’re doing your detective work out on the field! Being that ticklish is a big disadvantage for someone with a title like yours.”
He was right, I was extremely susceptible to it… But… Wait…
“Kokichi… If I’m getting this right, did you do all of this just to spend time with me-“
But he was gone. I looked back only to see the door to the warehouse wide open and nobody in sight. I stood where I was, thinking for only a second that I did vaguely enjoy spending time with him today, before quickly smothering the thought.
There y’all gooo, love these little guys so much, though I’m actually more of a Saimatsu shipper myself lol. I like writing these in a way that it’s kinda like a free time event you’d actually see in the game if ygm. Thanks for reading 😋👍
Maybe it's not that much, but for a blog that I still consider as something where I upload my nonsense, it really impacted me and I'm very grateful 💖💖
Now if I'm going to do something special... Yes why not, I'm going to open the requests again 🔥🔥 I'm going to put the fandoms which I will be writing for in the next post and I will also put it in my pinned post, But they'll only be open for a week, so don't hold back 🎉
When the hyperfixation is so strong that you have tickle thoughts about characters from an extremely old book... Ler odysseus and Lee menelaus who said that??
