What is tickling?
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*(All action takes place in the movie "Dead Apple")*
This is my first fic, please do not judge strictly👉👈
-Do you have any friends at all?- asked Dazai, looking skeptically at Shibusawa.
-Oh no, I don't need friends.. - Shibusawa smiled, - I see through the soul of any person, and soon I will read myself. And I finally understand what was hidden in the gaps in memory and the emptiness between the lines..
- If you had real friends, I think you wouldn't say that.-Suddenly, an interesting thought came to Dazai's head. Friends can tickle each other, can't they? What if..
- Hey, Shibusawa-, ahead of Dazai with a question Dostoevsky, on whose lips played a playful and a little cunning grin, - are you ticklish?
- Ha? Tick.. what? Sibusawa raised his eyebrow with surprise.
- Hmm? Our Shibusawa doesn't know what tickling is? - smirked Dazai, coming closer to the white-haired man. Fyodor came up from the back. Thus, they literally surrounded poor Tatsuhiko.
The owner of the ability "Draconia" noticeably tensed, retreating back, stumbling upon Fyodor, who was standing behind.
- So there with this yours as it is there.. tickle?.. even a strange word,ugh..
- It's easier to show than to tell - Dostoevsky's voice was heard from behind Shibusava. Fyodor and Osamu looked at each other, and then at the same time, as if at an inaudible signal, they began to tickle Tatsuhiko.
Shibusawa's whole body seemed to be filled with electrical discharges, he himself did not understand what had happened. The body twitched on its own, laughter spilling out of the depths, his own hands unsure what to do: either try to remove other hands rattling around the body, or close access to the body, or close his mouth to avoid making those, frankly, embarrassing noises.
Meanwhile, Fyodor counted the ribs of Shibusawa, and Dazai crumpled his stomach and sides.
-Oh, who is so sensitive here, huh? - Dazai teased, making the situation worse (of course, for Shibusawa, on whose cheeks a blush appeared, damn it from what: either from teasing, or from feeling tickled).
-Stoahahaahp! I can't do any more ahhahahaa!-shook Sibusawa, shaking his head. Unbearable sensation..
- Well, no, we haven't played enough yet, right, Dazai? - Dostoevsky asked with his rat grin rhythmically.
- You're right as always, Fyodor.-Osamu's voice answered him from the front.
Similarly, they tickled Sibusawa for another couple of minutes. They retreated only when the white-haired man had already begun to choke with laughter.
- Y-you are the worst, s-seriously.. ha.. - said Shibusawa, lying on the floor, among his collection and two unambiguously cunning people who tickled him half to death.
- I hope you finally understood what a ticklish-playful grin did not want to leave the faces of Fyodor and Dazai.
-Got that.. only it seems to me that the time has come to pay..
Soon there were two more laughs: Dazai's laughter and Fyodor's giggles.
Yes, it was an amazing night for those three.
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I hope you enjoyed it🙏🏻 I originally wrote it in my native language, but it was so embarrassing that I tried to write it in English.. and tadaaaa! it turned out something like this🥲