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yin + yang
Nut/William cheekies 🤏
The U.S. Express make their WWF wrestling debut on October 30, 1984 against Mohammed Saad and Bobby Bass.
I wanted to draw more of my cuties!
Heyo! Just bopping in! I noticed you were asking for prompts, so how about Milo and Nessa teaming up on Kabu? It’s completely optional! Have a good day! :)
Ahhhhh yessss they’re so lovely I adore themmmmm
Kabu knelt in the center of the the gym, eyes closed, focusing on his breathing. In, and out. In, and out. In, and...
He made a move to jump to his feet but not before two strong arms wrapped around him and hoisted him into the air in a big bear hug, his feet dangling above the ground.
“Whatcha doin’ Kabu?” Nessa trotted around in front of him as Milo chuckled quietly.  “You look like you need some company!”
Kabu’s face went red as he squirmed.  “No I most certainly do not need company!”
“You suuuuure about that?” She sneered, arms crossed.  “You looked pretty lonely....”
Milo swapped to holding him under his arms expertly, locking him into a wrestling hold with his arms up.
“I’m not!” The protest came out hoarse and squeaky.
Nessa poked his ribs experimentally, watching him squirm.  “You don’t want our lovely company?”
Kabu grit his teeth.  “Don’t... don’t you d-dare...”
“Don’t what?” Milo held on a little tighter, as if on cue, and she dug into his ribs gently, scratching with her nails while seeking out kill spots.
“Aha...ahaha! Noho..! Ahaha nehehessa...!”
“Don’t what old man? Don’t what?” She teased as he squeaked, struggling and failing to hold in his giggles.
“D-dohont...! T-tihickle..!” He growled out finally, through a forced grimace, fighting not to let lose with laughter.
“What? Tickle you more?”
He gasped and the air was forced out in a yelp as she wiggled a nail into his bellybutton, throwing his head back against Milo’s chest.  “AHAHA MIHIHILOHO LEHET GOHO!” His hands clenched and twitched as he tried desperately to pull his arms away, but Milo held tight.
“No way man, Nessa said if I let go she’ll get me!”
“AHAHA YOU DEHESERVE IT!”
“Hey!” He moved and leaned down to blow a raspberry on his neck.
Kabu let out the most embarrassing noise either of them had ever heard him make, one he’ll deny to his dying day, and went completely limp. Milo finally let go, helping him to the ground to lie on his back, and the two younger leaders laid down on either side of him, giggling.Â
“You two are the worst you know that?” Kabu couldn’t help but laugh with them. “And I’m definitely getting you back. So watch out...” He warned, which only made them giggle even more and roll over to hug him. Â
“You looooove us!”
He dug into their sides then triumphantly, listening to them both squeal.  “Told you!”
How are they entertaining each other?
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