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This is a ship but it isn't really romantic. Kinda before they became a couple. Based on my designs for them but you can see them in the pictures.
Warnings: light angst with fluff and tickles. Fries might be a bit ooc.
Evil leafy sat on the grassy ground, a light breeze rushing through the trees. It was dark out, stars keeping through trees. The only light was the dim moonlight and stars, which was just enough to see. She could see in dark and light places without any problems though, thanks to her demon-like abilities. Her legs were bent slightly against the hard ground since they were shaped like a deer or even a horse. She sat there, picking at the grass below her, deep in thought about… something.
Her stick-like antennae were pinned back, the only sign of distress. Her face was the same unblinking scowl. She didn't understand why others ran. She didn't enjoy it, she didn't mean to cause most of the harm she did. She really doesn't mean to be violent, she just tries to defend herself when she thinks she's in danger.
She didn't even know who “leafy” was or how she was related, or connected, to her. She doesn't know why she's here. She doesn't know why she feels so much hurt, guilt, anger, and negative emotion. She doesn't know what she did but she's sorry. Her pupils jerk to the side, sensing someone approaching slowly.
The red box with yellow accents filled with soggy fries drooping off the sides of his face, his hat still slightly crooked like he didn't care enough to fix it. He wore a chill expression on his face, tail swaying gently as he walked. He sat down by EL, legs slightly crossed. EL looked away once she saw who it was. She trusted him enough.
He began blabbering about some topic, something about a challenge? She wasn't paying any attention. She was still thinking, spiraling almost, Stick antennae still pinned back. Fries glanced over and, since in his mind they were friends, wrapped an arm around her, dragging her closer. His hand rested on his side, nails slightly digging in. It didn't hurt but it was… uncomfortable? She didn't know how else to describe it.
“You alright, EL?” He asked, noticing how her eyes locked onto his hand. He noticed how she shook slightly whenever he moved his hand slightly.
Her antennae were stood up slightly from surprise and confusion, also from the new sensation. Fries looked at her for a moment, confused. Evil leafy didn't make eye contact. That made him even more confused. He really wasn't the smartest, but the gears slowly started to turn. The realization hit him and he smirked.
“Your ticklish, EL?” He asked, but he already knew the answer.
He slowly, almost gently, dragged his hand up and down her side. She jerked away, or tried to. She could only press herself closer to Fries chest. She couldn't really laugh anyway, but it was still maddening. She trembled and jerked away when he sped up his hand.
“Wow, you really are!” He said, laughing, “that's cute.” He teased her.
EL tried to wiggle away, but the only thing she could really do is try to push his hands away as they both found places on her sides and scratches away. It wasn't successful. He moved closer to her armpits, scrambling his fingers and drilling them into her pits.
Her tail was wagging. She couldn't exactly thrash, and the little wriggling and jolting and pushing she could do wasn't very effective. Most of her movements that weren't teleportation, were weak or jerky and small, very stiff. She gave up on trying to escape, her only movements now instinctive jerks and her clawed hands on top of Fries.
“Y'know, you could just teleport away anytime,” he said, a smug look on his face, “you don't have to let me tickle you.” He was right. She knew he was right. He knew he was right himself.
She flicks her tail at him, earning a “ow!” From the Fries box. It was half-hearted both ways though.
Some time passes, and Evil leafy is trembling a bit more, trying to pull away while her tail hits his leg, signaling him to stop. He gets the hint and does, rubbing her sides to get rid of the ghost tickles. She teleports away after, leaving Fries alone.
He gets up, still smiling, stretches and walks the way he came, out of the forest. He has a feeling that he won't be let off the hook so easily. “Whatever,” that's a problem when it comes up.
