“I swear if you tickle me…” ( Ludo )
“You’ll do what, Star?” was the playful challenging retort of the little kappa just daring her to do something.
While tickling was once a heavy phobia of the monster, living and bonding with his siblings had adjusted him to the method of play he frequently found himself subjected to. In short it was far more enjoyable of an activity with someone you loved and trusted than a traumatizing clown on your Birthday. And in the time between his redemption the princess had become such for him.
“Little ticklish are we?” His voice had adapted a kind of malice it usually held with any of his victims, but far more playful. “I’m made of feathers, I think I have the advantage here!” As if the girl wasn’t capable of kicking his feathered hide to Connecticut.