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one more fic idea, a simpler one if you want that is pomni helping ragatha fix some loose stitches after an adventure and accidentally tickling her in the process
Somewhere Only We Know.
(A/N: okay, so episode 8 came out and this idea seemed to make a lot more sense... i hope you enjoy, anon! sorry for taking too long. warning: the fic below contains tickling, if that's not your cup of tea, scroll away)
lee!ragatha x ler!pomni
words: 1000
summary: after caine's crashout, ragatha's cloth is all messed up. so, as a good (girl)friend, pomni helps her stitch it up.
The Digital Circus' crew as a mess to say the least. And rightfully so. The past few days were hell for them since Caine's crashing out.
Zooble's body parts were all scattered around, with Gangle and Kinger helping to pick them, Gangle's ribbons were all tangled up, Pomni was throwing up a black goop, Ragatha was full of slashes and loose stitches and Kinger, well, doing his best in the said situation. Caine usually fixed them all up with a simple snap of his fingers, but now...? He was gone.
"Gosh, Ragatha, you arm's spilling foam!", Pomni said worried to the older woman. The latter covered herself embarrasedly.
"A-Ah, it's nothing... don't worry", she replied offering a soft smile, "I'll just stitch it right up again and everything's gonna be A-Okay! Plus, Caine will fix us eventually... right?"
"I... don't know if he's coming back... But aren't you right-handed? How are you going to stitch your own arm with your left hand?", the jester asked.
"I... I'll manage it, it's fine...", the doll said with a thumbs-up.
"No way. Let's do this together, you can't walk around like that for much longer", Pomni promptly grabbed Ragatha's left hand and made her way towards the ragdoll's bedroom.
"Sit down, Rags, please", she said reassuringly, "Now, tell me where you keep your sewing kit, please?"
"It's inside the second drawer", the bedroom's owner pointed her finger at the said direction.
They both sat down onto the bed, chit-chatting about every and anything while Pomni stitched up the patches on Ragatha's dress. It was all going well until the jester got onto the slash close to the doll's underarm. The latter let out a squeal.
"Are you okay? Did I go in too deep with the needle?", Pomni asked worried.
"Oh, don't worry! It just tickled a bit. I'm A-Okay!", she replied reassuringly.
"Tickled?" Pomni’s brow furrowed, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "Wait, you can feel that with the needle?"
Ragatha’s cheeks, already a soft yarn-pink, deepened to a bright red. "O-Of course I can! I'm not just stuffing and cloth, you know..."
Pomni finished the last stitch carefully, setting the needle and thread aside. She examined her work — a bit uneven, since she wasn't the best seamstress, but it would hold for a while. "There we go! All done", she smiled proudly.
"Thank you, New-Stuff!", Ragatha said with a warm smile, flexing her newly stitched arm, "I really appreciate-", She stopped mid-sentence as jester’s hand lingered near her side. Noticing that, she cautiously asked
"P-Pomni?"
"So," Pomni said slowly, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes, "You said that tickled?"
Ragatha’s eye widened. "Don't"
"Don't what?" Pomni’s fingers wiggled playfully.
"Pomni, I'm warning you-", she was cut mid sentence as the shorter girl started tickling her. The doll shrieked as the jester's fingers found her sides, her whole body jolting away. She tried to scoot back on the bed, but Pomni followed, relentless. "POHOHOMNI! STOHOHOP!"
"Stop what?" Pomni asked innocently and giggled, her fingers skittering up and down the soft fabric of Ragatha’s dress, "I'm just testing if the stitches will hold up!".
Ragatha squealed, flopping backward onto the mattress crying out for her to stop dramatically., "Oh, come on!" Pomni teased, her confidence growing. She'd never been the one in control like this — especially when it came yo tickle fights against the doll — "You said it was just a little tickle. This seems like a lot of ticklishness!"
"BEHEHECAUSE YOU WOHOHON’T STOHOHOP!"
Pomni's fingers found the curve of Ragatha's waist, pressing in with gentle, wiggling pressure. "Not here?", the doll could only nod while laughing.
"Or here?", she moved lower, to the soft spot just above Ragatha’s hip, since it was a place wherein the ragdoll loved to torture her.
The ragdoll bucked, her good hand flying down to swat at jester’s wrists, but her movements were weak, compromised by the overwhelming ticklishness coursing through her. "I'LL AHAHA I'LL GET YOU FOHOHOR THIS!"
"You keep saying that," Pomni said, grinning. She leaned in closer, her pigtails swinging. "But you're kinda... stuck right now.”
She blew a soft raspberry against Ragatha’s neck.
"P-POMNI! PLEHEHEASE!” Ragatha shrieked, her head tossing from side to side. Her remaining eye was watering, but the smile on her face was radiant — brighter than anything the circus had seen in days. "I SUHUHURRENDEHER!"
Pomni finally stopped, her fingers still resting onto the doll's body. She sat back, breathing hard, her own cheeks flushed with laughter. Beneath her, Ragatha lay sprawled, her hair a mess around her head, her dress all wrinkly and her newly stitched arm limp at her side.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, panting. Then Ragatha let out a breathless laugh, covering her face with her arm. "You're a menace".
Pomni grinned, tucking her legs beneath her body. "You said it was just a tickle".
"I lied," Ragatha groaned, though she was still smiling. She peeked out from behind her arm. "I didn’t think you’d actually do anything..."
"Well..." Pomni said softly, her expression gentling, "you looked like you needed it", she offered a sincere smile.
Ragatha lowered her arm, her gaze meeting Pomni's. The laughter faded into something softer, quieter. Her eye was still watery, but not from the tickling anymore.
"...Yeah," she admitted after a long moment. "Maybe I did".
Outside, the Digital World remained silent. Caine was still gone, Zooble was still in pieces, and the circus remained a glitching, uncertain mess. But in that small, fabric-draped room, with Ragatha lying on her bed catching her breath and Pomni sitting beside her with a rare, peaceful smile, the world felt a little less broken and the atmosphere a little lighter.
Pomni reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of yarn hair from the ragdoll's face. "Same time tomorrow?", she asked smirking.
Ragatha laughed, swatting weakly at her hand. "Don't push it", she rolled her eyes.
But she was smiling. And for now, that was enough.
damn uni is killing me so hard ive never been that much of a switch. i either want to (gently) wreck someone or be tickled sosososo badly its not even funny...
if you want a ragapom tk request, maybe have pomni and ragatha watching a scary movie! it was stated in an ama somewhere that ragatha likes those, and pomni has been shown to dislike horror. so maybe ragatha tells her "theres scarier things yknow" aka..the tickle monster..
Irrational Fear.
(A/N: hello, anon! thank you so much for your request! i'm still writing the other one, this week's been crazy with uni starting. warning: the fic below contains tickling, scroll away if you're not comfortable)
lee!pomni x ler!ragatha
words: 879
summary: wherein pomni is scared of horror movies, but (un)fortunately ragatha is there to teach her that outside fiction, there are scarier things to fear in the real world
Ragatha was the circus sweetheart. Everyone knew that. Everyone saw her efforts and running around to check on them and appreciated that — well, maybe apart from a certain purple bunny, who thought she was a bit forced. So, imagine how surprised Pomni was once she found out the doll loved horror films. She had even asked Caine for a VHS player and tapes, saying she missed watching those.
So, the ringmaster wanted to please her, since she was the most obedient one in the circus. Always caring for others — even him — hopping onto every adventure and giving him honest but not harsh feedback. She was ecstatic to say the least. It became almost a ritual to watch them every night before drifting into dreamland.
Now, on the other hand, the jester absolutely despised horror. She had always hated it, but after being possessed in that creepy mansion? Hell no, she'd rather stick with going to the Digital Lake or literally anything else. So, she was already anxious when their sleepover night arrived. They would do it twice a week, each time in the other's room. And, this time, it was Ragatha's room's turn to be used...
"So~ What do you wanna watch, New-Stuff? I have the whole Scream's franchise, Friday the 13th's, The Exorcist, The Ring... The Blair Witch Project...", the ragdoll asked excitedly showing her whole collection. Even though they were all classic horror movies and she's seen all of them a ton of times, it still gave her such a comfortable thrill, which she missed badly. As for the jester, she got shivers down her spine at every title being mentioned, slightly remembering some cut-scenes she had seen or heard about them. Honestly, she had never even finished any of them from how badly she hated it. She was pulled away from her spiralling thoughts as the other woman waved her hand in front of her face, "Digital Earth to Pomni~".
"Uh- Any is fine, I don't think I've seen any...", she replied trying to sound tough. What she said made Ragatha's mouth drop.
"WHAT?", she exclaimed a little bit too energetic, "I mean, how haven't you watched them? They're are all a must-watch at least once!"
"Not really a big movie fan haha...", she said trying to mask her nervousness.
They hopped onto the doll's bed under the sheets after the room's owner put on the VHS and selected 'play'. (Un)Fortunately, she chose The Blair Witch Project. Just like any horror film, the beginning wasn't that bad. The movie itself got so popular and became a milestone within the found footage horror niche because it conviced every one who watched it that it was real. Which only added to the eery fear inducing feeling. The slow and torturous tormenting from the said witch was painful to watch.
It was a 50/50 dynamic playing out in that room. On one side there was Ragatha beaming excitedly even though she had watched that countless times, and on the other one was Pomni, biting her lips and pulling the sheets closer.
"Pom-", the doll was cut short before she could ask about her opinion on the movie so far by a shriek coming from the younger girl, "Geez, not so tough anymore?", she chortled, "Don't worry, it's not real", she smiled.
"G-gosh... my legs are shaking! Why do people even watch this stuff?", she poutly exclaimed.
"Adrenaline boost, darling~", she beamed and paused the movie, "...but we can stop watching it before you abstract out of panic", seeing how scared the girl was, an idea popped into her brain.
"But... y'know... there are things here that are far more terrifying than this...", she began.
"L-like what?!", the jester inquired.
"Oh, y'know... just the Tickle Monster...", she smirked and wiggled her fingers in a devilish way.
"Ra-", before Pomni could even protest the doll attacked her neck with fluttering tickles, and she immediately bursted out with giggles.
"N-nohohot fahahair!", the jester tried to fight the other girl, but Ragatha was stronger.
"I told you the Tickle Monster is real and far scarier than these movies! I think I've been possessed by it, Pomni!", she said now attacking the girl's stomach.
"Stohohop it!", she cried out loud while kicking her feet.
"Nah, you're too scared and jumpy right now, you need to relax a bit~", Ragatha said in a teasing voice.
"I c-cahahan't relahahax with yohohou tihihickling me!", she tried to retaliate by squeezing the doll's waist, making her squeal a bit.
"Oh, you shouldn't have done that!", Ragatha said immediately squeezing the jester's hips.
"F[Bleep]K! S[Bleep]T!", was the reply to the squeezes, followed by a bunch more of cursing words censored by silly bleeping noises.
"Stop cursing at me, New-Stuff. Just accept your fate~"
After some more minutes of torture for Pomni and fun for Ragatha, the doll eventually stopped. The jester slowly catching her breath and hiding her face into her hands.
"So... let's continue watching the movie?", the doll asked innocently.
"Oh, f[Bleep]k no!", Pomni replied giving her a glare.
"Then let's continue our joyful laughing session!", before the younger girl could even say anything, Ragatha had pinned her down again. Well, let's say they had fun for a while...
warnings: mention of alcohol (Megan isn’t drinking), fluff, nuzzles, Megan being protective aww
GIRLLIKEU - 3ee, aria, karinovvaa
You had your typical drunk archetype. The fun drunk, the one who stares at the wall drunk, the one that might seem normal but they’re wasted. You wanted to be the fun one, but you ended up being the sad drunk who’s an empath.
“Have you seen Manon? I swear I just saw her and now she’s gone.”, Dani asks, searching through the big crowds for a glimpse of long curly hair. The four of them were at an underground party, with only you and Manon drinking. Dani was the designated driver, as for Megan she couldn’t legally drink. She was more focused on checking up on you, knowing you rarely drank and your tolerance to alcohol was low. So she was rather scared when you weren’t attached to the hip getting off the dance floor.
“Last I’ve heard she said she was going to the bathroom with y/n.”, Megan suspects. The two pass through bodies of crowds to reach the back of the club. There was a sleeve of doors near the exit, the one on the right were the restrooms. They were expecting one of them to be sick on the toilet, since both you and Manon took down three shots in a span of ten minutes. But it wasn’t at all of what they envisioned a drunken mishap to be.
You and Manon were sitting, cornered to the floor away from the stalls. Manon was laughing her ass off, which wasn’t too far from what they predicted. You were in tears, sobbing, acting as if you witnessed something tragic. That’s when Megan’s protective side came, rushing to your knees to wipe your tears and wrap her arms around you.
“Hey baby, what’s wrong? What’s with the tears?”, Her voice softens, almost to a whisper. Her hands cup your cheeks, cooling your face and neck. She thought someone may have bad mouthed you, or the alcohol was seeping too much and you were getting paranoid. Either way it meant party’s over and Dani needed to drive everyone home.
“Y/n was- y/n was-”, Manon was trying to explain but the giggles overtook her. Megan can rule out any bad scenarios, that maybe you took a clumsy trip to the leg and she was laughing about it. Manon took your phone, displaying TikTok and gave it to Dani. Now understanding the context of her tears she started laughing as well.
“Megan, they’re crying because of you!”, Dani shows Megan your phone. It was a clip on TikTok from Dream Academy era, where Megan was crying. That scene spoke volumes, inflicting so much emotion that you were crying. It had to be the most purest thing she’s seen, that it showed how much you meant to her.
“You look so sad in that clip, I couldn’t handle it.”, You were sobbing, eyes puffy as the tear stains reached your shirt. Megan was holding you, her eyes glassy as she lifted her glare to see Dani. She was ready to cry seeing how empathetic you are about her.
“Aww, my poor baby.”, Her eyes glistening, holding you tighter. Whole group minus Dani was crying. Manon was in tears of how you were crying over a few second clip of fetus Megan in tears. You were crying over the clip, then Megan was crying because of you. As much as the scene was romantic, lovely, can bring anyone to tears they had to realize they were in a restroom. A musty dirty floored bathroom that smelled like piss and whatever vape pens were present.
“This is cute, but we have to leave. The smell is starting to annoy me.”, Dani says, helping Manon up. Megan helped you stand as well, guiding you to the back exit with Dani. She drove to the gas station first, getting you and Manon some water to drink on the way to their place. You were still clinging onto Megan, arm never leaving your side with your head rested on her. You were at the ending stages of crying, the sniffles as you try to assure yourself in Megan’s space.
Dani and Manon parted ways once they reached their place. Manon passed out in bed, Dani decided to shower. Megan joined you in the living room, deciding to put on a movie to ease you to sleep. Your eyes were heavy, constantly closing and opening since you were in the car. She was trying to get you to rest, but you were too clingy that you wanted to see her face, her beautiful smile, those endearing eyes.
“Baby~ why are you putting on a boring movie? Put on something fun.”, You whine at Megan playing around, wanting to put on some soothing nature documentary. She gave in, seeing your flushed pouty face and turned the channel to put on Cars. She grabbed the blanket, keeping it snug between both of your guys legs. You had on her blue hoodie, still on the crook of her neck. It was silence after that, expect the times that Megan told you to drink some water to keep you hydrated.
Mid movie you were fidgeting, invading her space and giving her pecks on the cheeks. She was giggling, giving you pecks back. You were getting irritated that she wasn’t catching the hint, not that the hint was showing in the typical affection you gave her. You gave up after barely trying, crossing your arms, scooting away from her.
“You’re so mean!”, You call out, as she giggles. She finds your shift in mood hilarious, but still she didn’t know what you wanted.
“How am I mean baby? I’m giving you cuddles.”, Megan gets closer, having you fold to where you weren’t mad. But you being drunk you were much more direct, had no filter in hiding or asking. To where all your thoughts would slip out just by a simple smile coming from her.
“But I want tickles! On my tummy!”, You bark orders at Megan. Megan couldn’t contain herself. She wanted to gush so loudly at your plea, since normally you were bashful in saying you wanted tickles. She would have to tease you first, or meet you halfway and tickle you just for you to ask for more.
“Okay, I’ll give you tickles since you asked.”, Giving you a forehead kiss she lifts your body up to her lap. She sprawls the blanket to cover you, knowing you get cold easily at the apartment. Her hands plant to your sides, then your center to create tiny patterns with her fingers. It was soft tickles for now, only to lull you to sleep and calm you over the excessive crying you did earlier.
“I promise you I’m okay baby, you don’t have to worry about me. That was long ago.”, Megan explains, making sure you won’t cry the next time you see a clip of her crying. She’s told you the hardships of Dream Academy before, she didn’t want to explain it again in the chance you’ll forget the conversation tomorrow.
The tickles have your body shivering, you were still calm, well rested but you couldn’t sit still by how ticklish your tummy was getting. You were letting out short fits of laughter, trying to hide them to be focused on the movie but it was rather difficult.
“Does it tickle baby?”, She ask as you nod, giggling but genuinely enjoying the tickles. Megan messed with you, soon tickling your tummy as her fingers trailed your lower back where it was most sensitive. That’s when you started laughing. It wasn’t the laughter that had you screaming, pleading for tickle assistance from Dani or Manon to help stop Megan. It was the giggles that made you melt, feel safe, laced with her scent and love.
She noticed your quirks of tickling you, that you giggled so much at the lightest touches, but also how you kept your composure when squirming. You were a big squirmer when tickled, but now you were afraid to. It was because you were still caring about Megan, not wanting to hurt her, or wanting to see her cry.
“You can squirm if you want, I know it tickles a lot.”, She comforts you, watching you keep your posture even with the tummy tickles. You continue to slump, taking in her lighthearted tickles on your tummy. She sped up the tickles a bit, going under your shirt, ramping it up with some scribbles going the speed of light.
“Megeeenhahhahah!!”, Now the laughs were coming out, but not in an overwhelming way. Your head sought back on Megan’s shoulder, letting her hear up close the tickles were making you. She couldn’t wait to tell the other members about how giggly you were in the morning, it was tearing her apart that she couldn’t tell the other two members since they were fast asleep.
“What? You said you wanted to be tickled. I’m following your orders.”, She kisses your cheek for the thousandth time, focusing on your bubbly giggles rather than the movie.
You tried getting her back, but with the alcohol your body felt heavy, and with all that energy spent on dancing it couldn’t be used on tickling her. You did a simple poke to the side, in which Megan smiled over but it wasn’t to enough to infiltrate some laughs out of it. She lightened up on the tickling, doing a few scribbles so you’ll have a chance of poking. Her plan backfired, you were laughing more at the lessening of tickles than you were when she did it with ten fingers.
“Stop!! I’m tryna tickle you back!!”, Your laughter makes it impossible to strike her back. Megan goes lighter, one finger stalling on your tummy. When you were able to get one measly poke it she decided to go back to winning again. The measly poke being how she squealed and got slightly embarrassed afterwards.
“Funs over you got your chance. More tickling!”, Megan says with such enthusiasm. She’s been tickling you for over twenty minutes, as you were struggling to poke her for over three minutes.
She annoyed you with tickles on your neck, some squeezes to the side. Still on the lighter side, but it still inflicted a big reaction out of you. Your laughter may have been loud but it was airy, it didn’t cause too much of a ruckus for Manon and Dani to be disturbed by.
“Meg…can you…”, Now you were getting too shy to request more tickles. Megan wanted to tear up over how cute you were, she was fighting demons wanting to call Lara at around 2am to show you how you ask for tickles willingly. Lara would tickle you all night long until the sun has risen, getting no sleep if she saw you like this.
“Baby you can spit it out, I won’t judge.”, She assures you, still you were hesitant. But being drunk you were ten times more vocal about your tickle needs. It was much harder to contain when Megan had the ler blueprint on, baggy sweats with her glasses on.
“Can you do how Dani tickles me?”, You ask, politely, as she understood your lingo. Megan didn’t waste no time, hearing about Dani’s special tickle method from Sophia made her practice and come prepared in case you asked. What was the method that Dani was trying to gate keep you might ask?
“Hehehehe!”, You laugh with Megan’s nose snuffing your ear all the way to your neck. She acted like a dog, smelling you as it turned into ticklish nuzzles you couldn’t get away from. Adding on it was extra worse when you couldn’t move her fingers off your tummy due to the ticklish sensations on your neck.
Your laughter got louder, letting Megan be enticed to tickle you harder. It was a cute moment, bound to stop when Manon had to get out of the bedroom to ask to keep it down before returning to sleep.
The tickling slowed down once she heard that big yawn. She turned into soft tummy rubs, letting you be engrossed in the big blanket. With another planted soft kiss to the forehead you closed your eyes, finally doing to dream land. A few minutes after she closed her eyes too, believing it was all a dream of how cute you were being tickled.
hey!! i just read your most recent tadc buttonblossom fic and it was soooooo cute!!! its short but super sweet! its always so cute to see them together and i think you captured them really well!
and uh, if requests are still open...could i possibly request maybe a sort of "revenge" or "returning the favor" to that initial fic? pomni gets ragatha back? and ragatha is obiously not touch adversed like pomni so it would be pretty easy to comfortably get her back haha
Don't Worry, I've Got You.
(A/N: thank you so much for the request! i hope you like it and i apologise if it's too short or is lacking smth!! warning: the fic below contains tickling)
lee!ragatha x ler!pomni
words: 922
summary: wherein ragatha's got everyone's backs in the circus, so pomni makes sure she's got hers.
Pomni's life had become a nightmare at the circus ever since the ragdoll found out the jester was ticklish: unexpected pokes, teasing wiggling fingers, sneaking up on her... at least the tickler kept the secret safe, only attacking the other girl when they were alone. The latter was never really too fond of physical contact and Ragatha respected that even though she was a touching-is-my-love-language person herself. The doll was the emotional backbone of the circus, always trying her best to keep her cheerfulness and kindness. So, imagine how weirded out everyone got once the button-eyed woman didn't join them in that day's adventure. She hadn't even come out of her room at all. It wasn't uncommon for some of the members to stay out some adventures — like Zooble and even Kinger sometimes — but Ragatha? Something was off.
The others were worried, but Pomni was the most. Ragatha was always there for everyone, but it was as if no one was there for her at all. The jester was the closest one to her at that point and wanted to check on her friend.
"Hey, Rags...? May I come in?", she said in-between soft knocks on the bedroom's door. It was like deja vu but she was the one outside this time.
"Of- Of course, New-Stuff!", the other tried her best to sound excited and got up to open the door. They both quietly sat on the bedroom owner's bed.
"If... if you ever need someone to talk to... I'll always have your back, okay?", Pomni tried her hardest to express herself even though she wasn't the best with words. The other's face was slightly moist. Had she been crying? That single thought broke the jester's heart.
"I... I don't know... I just thought today's adventure would hit too close to home...", she said with a sad smile on her face while looking down. As Caine had given them a brief context of their daily task, Ragatha vanished. To sum it up, they basically were in a ball gala at a luxurious mansion. Similar to a Cinderella situation.
"...the only difference is that I had no prince to save me...", she said quietly. Pomni sighed. She knew how this kind of scenarios were a sensitive topic. Ragatha's past life, her issues with her mother, her whole life being a facade was all she could remember.
"I'm no prince myself...", she started, "But I can try to save you, Princess Ragatha!", she said trying to lighten up the atmosphere. It worked a bit, since the doll let out a chuckle. She smiled hearing that.
"Thanks, Pomni...", she said offering a soft smile.
"No need to thank me, Doll-Face...", they both became silent. But it wasn't uncomfortable. An idea popped into the jester's mind.
"Y'know, you haven't tickled me today. I was almost getting used to it by this point...", the ragdoll blushed a bit after hearing that.
"Oh, sorry... I've just been in my room and-", her speech was cut off short.
"Nah, don't apologise... it was a good break. Because, now I've had time to come up with a plan...", she replied smirking.
"What are you talking about-", the doll was quickly pulled down onto the bed by Pomni, who was in a back hug-ish position.
"Oh, y'know... just a little revenge!", she said teasingly, smiling widely once she heard Ragatha gulping nervously. The latter knew exactly what she meant.
"H-hey now... n-no need for that!", Pomni started wiggling her fingers, which only made the other girl panic even more.
"POMNI DON'T!", since when was the jester this strong? Even though the ragdoll tried to squirm away, it was useless.
"Pomni do!", the girl said caving her fingers into the doll's stomach, which immediately made her chortle loudly.
"YOU [Bleep] [Bleep] I'M GOHONNA KILL YOHOHOU!", the woman yelped, followed by lots of censored cursing. It was something really unusual to witness, since Ragatha was always so polite and avoided using bad words. Pomni laughed at that sight, it was too cute.
"Come on, Rags! I thought physical contact was your love language?", she said pouting in a silly and teasing way.
"Nohohot like thihihis!", she replied desperately kicking her feet.
"Y'know...", she clicked her tongue, "I think I'm starting to like this physical touching thing! It's kinda fun, right?", of course the girl was joking. If it were anyone else, Pomni would be 10 meters away to distance herself, but with Ragatha? No need to explain it any further.
"It's nohohot fuhuhun!", the red-haired cried out loud. She didn't know her friend could be so evil.
"Aw, then why are you laughing, Doll-Face?", she teased.
"Shuhuhut the [Bleep] uhuhup!", the woman replied blushing.
"You're so sensitive! I'm scared I might break you, y'know?", she said giggling as Ragatha tried holding down her hands. She slowly stopped the torment to let the other breathe.
"J-Jesus...", Ragatha put her hands over her face, feeling her skin burning in embarrassment — and because she was flustered. Pomni proceeded to lay down by her side.
"Feeling lighter, Rags?", she softly asked, still worried about the other.
"Y-yeah...", she regained her breath and slowly tried to form some words even thought she was really shy at the moment. "T-thanks... for this, I mean..."
"Anytime. Want a hug?"
"Is that okay?", she asked unsure. Pomni just nodded. The ragdoll always got everyone's backs, and now the jester made sure that she had hers.
If you let me walk behind you at any point, that's a risky move. Just know that i will pinch your sides then smirk at how flustered it made you before denying ever touching you
