Bad mood
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This fanfiction has been translated from Russian and does not belong to me. If you do not like content related to tickling, please do not read it.
I wish everyone a pleasant reading experience!
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When Kolya walks sad, Dostoevsky comes to him in their room and no one knows what is happening there, it is only known that Nikolai's laughter comes from the room.
Fyodor was sitting in the office and printing something on the computer, or reports, or some important pieces of paper. Fyodor was not accustomed to sitting in silence, especially with Kolya, who is naturally noisy, because when he sits down to work, Nikolai tries in every possible way to attract his attention, either yelling in the kitchen, then running around the apartment or even sitting on the table and telling jokes. But today was quiet. Fedor even thought that he had gone somewhere or fell asleep. Therefore, I decided to go check because he had already finished work. Going out into the corridor, he immediately went to the kitchen where he found the owner of long white hair calmly sitting drinking tea with cookies and looking out the window in which only lanterns were visible on the street.
-That today you are suspiciously quiet - Fyodor said to the floor of his voice, from which Gogol shuddered and almost choked.
-Hospody! Why scare so much?! - clearly with discontent said Kolya, to which Dostoevsky lightly smiled at the corners of his lips and sat down on a chair next to Nikolai.
-Why are you so quiet? What happened?
-No, where did you get it from?
-I don't know you usually behave so quietly only when something happens
-No, just no mood.
-No, you say, now we will correct, smiling raising his hands and moving his fingers, he looked at the white-blond. Adding that now Kolya started from the chair somewhere in the apartment and Dostoevsky ran after him.
-Stoy,poganka! -Dost jokingly called Kolya a grebe because of pale skin. After 5 minutes, the victim was asleep in the corner.
-Well, come here, slowly approached and then quickly sprinkled on the victim he began his torment.
-pFHAhaAHAHA stoy! - Gogol began to flood with his ringing laughter and twisting so that Fyodor would not touch his body. Fedya himself began to smile at such a sight, but Kolya pushed him with his foot, to which he moved a little and the grebe, as Fyodor put it, tried to crawl away. You can almost say he succeeded, but he was grabbed by the leg by dragging him back, and his legs began to tickle. Minutes later, 10 victim could no longer laugh.
-pha... hwa-hwat.. ha.. hwatit,pojaluysta. - already fizzled out and all blushed, and Fyodor hung over him smiling and looking at his work.
-stand up, let's go drink tea
-and watch movies?
-and watch movies.
-URAA!!!-having jumped and ran into the kitchen, Kolya screamed, who literally a minute ago was lying on the floor and could not catch his breath.
-And where did he get so much energy...—getting up from the floor, Dostoevsky said quietly.
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