Luz found herself making visits to Philipâs cell more frequently since their conversation, and since her attempt began to learn more about their resident prisoner.
Sometimes she watched him write and just observed him in silence. Sometimes he made efforts to talk with her, and sheâd listen to stories about his brother and him, and sometimes he was just too upset to and never bothered to utter a word. In those visits sheâd just sit with him in silence, offering the company of another human.
He never smiled, even if sheâd offer one. There was always just this distant, tortured gaze of a man that had lived far too many lifetimes. He was always so sadâŠand she couldnât help the inclination to want to cheer him up. Maybe, to offer the touch of a friendly and playful hand. Who knew the last time any one had done this with him? If ever.
Really taking a bold shot here⊠But what was the harm in trying?
She inched up behind him. âHey PhilipâŠ.â And she very subtly slipped her hands into his jacket and scribbled at his sides in gentle but quick tickles. âThink fast!â
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He didnât realize what happened till he felt her hands on his side, oh no! His one weakness, tickles! Philip started to wriggle âL-Luz what are you hehe doing!?â He attempted to stiffle his giggles. But not much luck in doing so âh-hey not fair, my sides are tickleish!â
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Okay she did not expect that. To be fair, there was a lot the girl hadnât been expecting to happen, that had happened, in these coming weeksâ like finding herself constantly in this cell.
She felt Philip buckle against her, and she couldnât believe it as she heard the muffled giggling. It dawned on her that Luz had never heard the man actually laugh before, nothing beyond his derisive scoffs and condescending or cold chuckles. His actual genuine laugh was so airy and free, and despite herself, the teenager found herself grinning wide as well. And vindictively. A way to force the smiles from his grumpy ass and torment him in one? Excellent.
âOho-ho! So the old goop grandpa is ticklish huh? This is so something Iâll be doing to you all the time!â she assured, fingertips tasering along his belly and up under his arms to curiously seek out which spot got to him the most.









