#ler!oliver

[braincantshutup]

Yayayaya pt 2 of the tk poll thingy

Next up we got DIALTOWN \ (•◡•) /

This drawing took so so long man but I love it sm

My beautiful lee Randy 🥹🥹🥹🥹

(yes I made Phonegingi wear pants he's a freak)

[flufflover7]

Which is Worse?

Time Taken ~ 3 days

A/N: A little gift for @dev1lysin for being my dear hb. Imma be doing quite a few of these 🥹

《Drabble under cut》

Characters Featured: Haru, Oliver

Word Count: 512 Words

Haru didn’t know how he kept ending up in these situations. 

Well, actually, that’s a lie—yes, he did. 

That knowledge, unfortunately, just did absolutely nothing for his dignity. 

“OHOHO—! OHOHOL– OHOLIIEHEEE!!” The pup kemonomimi could barely squeak out between frantic bouts of laughter. The name in question belonging to the one that was so seamlessly peeling said bouts of laughter right out of the poor boy.

“Oh, Haru.” Oliver shook his head with a fond smile. “I've already told you what I need from you. It's only one little question.”

The older boy peered down at him, finding the situation all too endearing and amusing—much to Haru’s dignity’s plight—his nimble fingers continued their work across Haru's torso with unwavering determination—ironically enough, to Haru’s agreement and own hidden eagerness—in hopes of achieving one, simple goal;

Which tickled worse?

Admittedly, Haru had forgotten just how enthusiastic Oliver became whenever one of these little "experiments" crossed his mind. Even though he wasn't necessarily targeting one of Haru's worst spots, the playful attention still sent unbearable sparks of ticklish sensations racing up his spine. 

“You still haven’t answered me, pup—” He paused, one hand busied itself with quick squeezes along Haru's upper ribs while the other scribbled lightly at the lower ones, earning a startled yelp and a stream of helpless giggles as well as eliciting what Oliver could only consider the sweetest, protestant whine he’d ever heard. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the reaction.

“So tell me — Which one tickles more?” 

Haru's answer came out as little more than a squeak.

“That's not an answer.” He sing-songed, unable to hide his own giggle as Haru seemed to babble through giggles in response, hands shielding his face helplessly.

This had been going on for what? 5 minutes? 10? 

At this point Haru wasn’t even entirely sure. 

As far as all he knew was that, it tickled.

A lot.

“IHIHI CAHAHA— I DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOOW!!” He finally squealed out when Oliver playfully tweaked his hips when he wasn’t getting a reply.

“Oh come on, you must have some idea.” Oliver said, trying—and failing—to hide his own laughter. “Is it worse hereee…” He hummed as his left hand fluttered across his lower ribs making him shriek. 

“Or heree?” His right poked, prodded and squeezed at his upper ribs, right beneath the dip of his hollow earning soft squeaks and sputters of giggles. 

“It can’t be that hard to decide now can it?” He taunted playfully.

Haru whined. Arms flailing aimlessly, Oliver couldn’t help noting how he wasn’t even trying to stop him despite his helpless squirming, both hands fighting desperately to not even intervene with the attack he claimed he ‘couldn’t handle’. 

Poor thing just genuinely couldn’t decide.

“Aw well—” He sighed—tone feigning disappointment, swiftly betrayed by his smirk. “I guess we’ll just have to keep going until you can pick one, no?”

“W-WAAHAHAIT NOHOHOOO–!!” Yet despite his pleas, Haru’s wagging tail did him no favors, it would be quite some time before Oliver got his answer… And then it was on to the next spot.

[itslittlegiggle]

Pretty Prefect

Percy/Oliver

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People often wondered how Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood worked.

The two boys could not be more different - Oliver was athletic, outgoing, always up for an adventure or a good laugh. Percy, on the other hand, was studious, introverted, and very serious.

“Do you even do anything together? He’s so uptight!” People would say to Oliver.

“I have way more fun with him than with anyone else!” Oliver would chastise. “You just don’t know him well, is all.”

“You don’t like any of the same things - you don’t even like Quidditch!” People would say to Percy.

“Yes I do,” Percy would sniff, “I’m just not obsessed with it. And people are allowed to have differing interests, you know - we have lots of fun.”

Against all odds, Oliver and Percy made a curious yet lovely couple who loved each other very much, despite what some may think.

And they did have lots of fun.

It was quite late; the usually bustling Gryffindor common room held only a handful of students, as most had gone to bed after a tedious night of homework and revision. As the remaining individuals slowly made their way to their dormitories, yawning and stretching, there were two Gryffindors who showed no signs of turning in any time soon.

“Are you almost done?” Oliver asked for the millionth time.

“No,” Percy snapped, “stop asking me that. I need to go over all my notes at least once more before I can go to bed. Feel free to go yourself, I’ll be up later.”

“And leave you down here all by your lonesome self?” Oliver teased, unfazed by Percy’s grumpiness, “no way!”

Percy just huffed, adjusted his glasses, and continued to read his notes. Oliver spoke again after a few more moments of silence.

“Can you at least take a quick break? You haven’t stopped since dinner, you’ve got to be exhausted.”

Percy shrugged his shoulders. “I just need to keep going.”

Oliver got up from his cozy armchair and stepped over to the table his boyfriend was working at, placing strong hands on Percy’s shoulders and giving a squeeze. “Five minutes? Come sit with me and reset your brain, Perce. You know it’s easier to absorb information when you take breaks every once in a while.”

Percy blushed at the contact and sighed. “I know, I know.”

A pause.

“Fine, five minutes.”

Percy stood and let himself be led to the armchair by his boyfriend. Oliver sat down and motioned for Percy to sit on his lap, which he did, facing Oliver with his knees bent on either side of Oliver’s hips and arms tucked between their chests. Percy leaned down and put his head on Oliver’s chest; Oliver wrapped his arms completely around Percy in a warm bear hug.

“Keep this up and you’ll be too smart,” Oliver teased, “and I won’t be in your caliber anymore.”

“Please,” Percy scoffed, tilting his head slightly to look at the other boy, “just because other people might think you’re all braun and no brains doesn’t mean you have me fooled - too smart for your own good sometimes, even.” His horn-rimmed glasses were a little crooked. His freckles stood stark against his pale skin. He looked cute. Oliver told him so.

“Whatever.” Percy rolled his eyes, but Oliver saw his ears turn pink and grinned as his boyfriend continued. “I’ll have you know that I am much more invested in my studies and our relationship than the opinions of others, and—“

“Pretty Percy,” Oliver interrupted, whispering in Percy’s ear, “my pretty, pompous, perfect prefect Percy…”

“Stop.”

Oliver only smiled more widely; he loved getting under Percy’s skin, especially when he was being too serious and needed to unwind a little. “You’re even more perfectly pretty when you smile…”

Oliver gently pressed his fingertips into the backs of Percy’s ribs and was rewarded with a yelp and jolt.

“Oliver, please—“

“Hmm?”

Percy flushed, looking around and pushing gently against Oliver’s chest. Oliver looked around too, noticing the common room had completely emptied out other than him and Percy.

“Nothing to worry about, Weasley. All clear.”

He goosed the redhead’s ribs again and couldn’t help but chuckle at the following yip.

“That’s not—oh, Oliver, don’t!”

Percy fell into helpless laughter, high-pitched and squeaky no matter how much he tried to stifle it. He tried to wriggle free from Oliver’s embrace, but the arms wrapped around him were unmoving. Although the two boys were similar in height - Oliver was only a couple inches taller - Oliver was much sturdier and more muscular compared to Percy’s lanky frame. Percy had no chance against Oliver’s strength.

Oliver’s hands moved down to scratch his nails along the sides of Percy’s back, making him arch further into Oliver’s chest as he squeaked and sputtered around his laughter. Even through Percy’s sweater the feeling of nails on the backs of his flanks had him flinching and gasping.

Face red. Freckles highlighted. Glasses askew. Giggles frantic. Perfect.

Oliver loved how cute Percy was when tickled, especially because he was ten times more ticklish than Oliver was, but was kind enough to only indulge when there was no one else around; although it would certainly show others that Percy wasn’t just some pompous, uptight, boring git, Oliver liked having this giggly and blushing Percy all to himself.

“You know,” Oliver began conversationally, smiling at the squirming boy on his lap, “I really would like to go to bed. Shame I can’t go knowing that you’re still down here overworking yourself again…”

“J-just a few more minutes, I promise - wahait, wait!”

A hand squeezing Percy’s thigh erased any remaining composure the redhead still had and he snorted - snorted, how mortifying - as he tried to pull his boyfriend’s strong hands away from his ticklish spots. “I take it back, I take it back!” Percy shrieked.

“You’ll come up? All done for tonight?”

“Yes, yes, I swehear!

Satisfied, Oliver halted his tickling and smoothed his hands up and down Percy’s back as the boy flopped against Oliver’s chest, boneless and breathless, still giggling lightly. Oliver reached down to straighten Percy’s glasses, chuckling himself when the boy initially flinched with a giggle at the approaching hand. “If I fail any of my assignments,” Percy managed between breaths, “it’s all your fault. Plus, I’ll make sure you get detention.”

Oliver laughed and kissed the crown of Percy’s head. “If you fail any of your assignments, I’ll resign as Quidditch captain.” This made Percy giggle again, much to Oliver’s joy. “We would have riots on our hands, Wood. So you had better make sure to help me study more tomorrow.”

“Anything you say, prefect.”

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"Tickle Fight"

Switches: Oliver and Zip

Note: This is completely platonic. This also contains a bit of feet tickles, so if you're uncomfortable with that, you don't have to read it.

Oliver snickered, trying to keep his laughter at bay as he continued to repeatedly squeeze Zip's sides, all while she went for his hips.

"Z-Zihihihip- *snrk-* You're not gohohonna wihihin-!"

Zip growled playfully in response, struggling to keep her own laughter from slipping out as she continued to claw and scratch at Oliver's hips.

"I-I ahahahaham toohoohoo! I-I'm not giving uhup-!"

Oliver continued to snicker and giggle, moving his hands up to Zip's underarms.

"W-Well I'm nohohohot giving up eheheheither!"

Zip let out a small squeak, her giggling becoming slightly louder. It wasn't enough to actually make her give up, as she then went up to Oliver's ribs.

"E-Ehehehehehe- *squeak-!* Hahahahahahaha-"

Oliver flinched as he felt Zip's fingers scribbling against his ribs, but he tried his hardest to keep up his attack and eventually moved to her stomach.

"Y-Yohohou little shihihit-! *Snort*"

Zip squealed, immediately stopping her attack and now just desperately trying to bat Oliver's hands away.

"NOHOHOHOHO! *SQUEAK-* NOT THEHEHERE-!"

Oliver chuckled, continuing to scratch at Zip's sensitive stomach.

"Aww, giving up already~? You were so cocky at the start~"

Zip growled through her laughter, grabbing ahold of Oliver's ankle before scratching at his foot.

"N-Nope! *Snrk-* Haven't given up yet!"

Oliver's eyes widened at the feeling of Zip scratching his foot, immediately throwing his head back and cackling with laughter.

"W-WAHAHAHAHAIT- *SNORT* HOLD OHOHOHON-! N-NOT THEHEHERE!!"

Zip's eyes lit up at the reaction, her tail swaying back and forth.

"Aww, and I thought you said your underarms were your only weak spot? How wrong you were~"

Oliver whined in response, desperately trying to pull his foot away as tears of joy trailed down his face.

"PLEHEHEASE- *SNORT* STAHAHAHAP-!"

Zip hummed in response, eventually scratching underneath Oliver's toes.

"So I win, huh? Is that what you're saying~?"

Oliver's laughter only grew more hysterical as he desperately nodded his head.

"YEHEHEHES- *SNORT-* YOU WIHIHIN-! MEHEHEHEHERCY!!"

Zip giggled, eventually letting go of Oliver's foot as she watched him lay on the floor.

"Hehe! Told you ya couldn't beat me!"

Oliver huffed in response, rolling his eyes.

"Y-Yeah...Whatever..."

[just-cutie-avocado]

Oliver and Zip would probably sneak into Edward's lab and tickle the poor demon until he promises to take a break >:)

YES YES they definitely would <<<333

I think I'll never get tired of repeating how much I love this trio..-

[flufflover7]

Do All Dogs Like Belly Rubs?

A/N: Heuheuheu SURPRISE! This is a little birthday gift for my bestie westie @dev1lysin! Just a little drabble featuring his OC Haru and my OC Oliver! I hope you like it ya little stinker /silly

Characters Featured: Haru, Oliver

Word Count ~ 1,878

Oliver and Haru were sat on the floor of the living room, in front of the frankly overwhelmingly run down and worn sofa, yet, despite the clear wear and tear, the furniture piece away had a sense of home that they all loved and couldn't bear to replace it with another, soulless, newer piece of material. But that was besides the point—

Right now, Haru and Oliver were kind of doing their own thing. Haru was occupying himself with the small, old-style early 2000s TV that laid in front of him, and Oliver—being the only one of the three brothers to still be at home was using his much needed 'me-time' to go over a very old bucket list he'd found—moreso, a list of things he'd always wondered about and aimed to solve as a kid back in his 'I'm going to be the next greatest scientist!' Era. 

A lot of the items on his list were rather intriguing such as, "Can cacti survive without their leaves?" and "What happens if an ant loses track of its trail?" Both questions already answered, unfortunately. But, some of them were also quite ridiculous to put it—such as, "Is everyone who wears glasses a total book-obsessed snob?"

Wait... What?

He read that one again—Zike's old, messy handwriting. 

"Of course." He muttered as he rolled his eyes, adjusting his own glasses as he continued reading, his eyes widening as a particular question caught them. Oh this was going to be fun...

"Hey... Haru? I have a question." He broke an unintentional silence, the other's ears perked up at his voice.

"Hm? Yeah? What is it?" He answered innocently, unbeknownst of what was to come.

"Do all dogs like belly rubs?" Oliver asked with far too much nonchalance for the question.

"...W-What?" His ears faltered slightly, big red and cream-gold coloured eyes blinking in surprise.

"Just—" He waved his hand in the air, as if it were the most common question known to man. "Generally speaking, you know? I'm curious."

"Why— How would I know?" Haru emphasised suspiciously, slightly curling in on himself, eyes narrowed as they stared at the other who simply looked back with innocent intrigue—

Or as innocent as he could be, anyway.

"Well... Maybe because you're..." He paused, eyeing him up and down as if a doctor inspecting their patient. "Part dog, and all."

"Well— Y-Yeah—” He stammered, genuinely unable to tell if the latter knew how the question affected him or not. Though, the faint blush on his cheeks was a rather tell-tale sign. “But that's a pretty big generalisation!"

"So they... Don't?" He replied flatly.

"I— I never said tha-" He barely had the chance to retort.

"So you do?" Oliver interrupted.

"Wuh— W-Why is it suddenly a me thing!?" His face flushed, brighter than ever as he stared at him now with wide eyes.

"You're the one who said it was a generalisation." Oliver grinned, all innocence almost faltering at his reaction… Almost.

"But that doesn't mean that I do!" Haru tried to bite back.

"So you don't?" He tilted his head like a curious cat who'd just found itself a new toy.

"I— no— what— mm... maybe I just— Aaaagh!" He stammered, eyes darting all over the room, avoiding Oliver’s gaze like the plague. Then, in dismay, let out a quiet, flustered scream which only made Oliver chuckle, to which he quickly covered up by clearing his throat—must be professional after all. "Why is this a topiiiic!?" He whined as he hid his face in his hands.

"I'm just trying to get all the facts for my analysis, and frankly you haven't given me a very concrete answer." He tapped at the old, oxidised piece of paper—the question, more specifically—as if it were the most important thing of the moment. As if it weren't just an excuse to suddenly mess with the poor boy, but he didn't know that.

"That's well— T-That's because it's just— That's not something you can just openly admi—” He caught himself. “Answer, okay?" Haru professed in a rapid-fire flustered fit, fiddling with his fingers shyly, with a defiant huff as if not wanting Oliver to catch on to what he was trying to convey. Oliver found it utterly precious.

"So... Would you rather I try to gain my answer some other way instead?" He offered, trying to compromise with him without giving up his full intentions.

"Well— I guess that could work... Possibly..." Haru answered apprehensively, eyes twinkling as he looked at Oliver with timid eyes. "But how?"

"Hm…” He hummed softly. Not wanting to string the poor thing on for too long. “Possibly something like this." Without hesitation, Oliver's hands latched onto the latter's waist, swiftly pinning him down to the ground with ease.

"WAUGH—!” He shrieked from the sudden motion, air gently knocking out of him as he stared up at the other who didn't even bother to hide his small smile anymore. “O-Oliver—!? What are you doing!?"

"Testing my hypothesis. Hypothesis in question—” He emphasised, grinning as he wiggled his fingers above him. “Does Haru like belly rubs?"

"That's a hohohorible hypothesis!!" The pup kemonomimi already squeaked and giggled with anticipation yet didn't make any effort to shield the area in question.

He giggled nervously while watching Oliver, gently roll up his shirt, the black-pink haired gent watched Haru closely, looking for any sign of discomfort, yet the smaller boy only gave him a sweet, wobbly, expectant smile.

He pressed on with his act.

"There's no such thing as a 'horrible hypothesis', my friend. Only ones that haven't been given the proper TLC to make it to the big leagues." He poked his tummy, cooing internally at the way the latter jolted. "And I for one intend to make it quite far with this one. Shall we begin?"

"Mmmhmhmh...!" Haru could barely think. The scientific facade kept his mind on a thin tightrope teetering between whether or not Oliver actually wanted to test this 'for science'—he groaned softly, slamming his eyes shut as he shyly covered his face with his hands.

"Ohohokayyy..." He finally whined out after what seemed like forever, Oliver, who had waited ever so patiently for the poor thing to gather his thoughts in one place merely smiled, placing his whole hand against the small of his tummy, barely containing his own chuckle with the way said tummy jolted at the sensation.

"Very well then, let's start slow and see how you react first." His hand then lightly began gliding across the soft, pale skin, touch light enough to elicit small bubbly titters and gasps from the one who truly made no real effort to get away.

"Subject seems to respond positively to the stimuli— It is quite adorable actually." He observed in an almost clinical voice, adding a playful lilt to that last sector which only served to make Haru blush more and groan softly into his hands.

"Now, let's try phase 2—" Oliver's fingers then lightly began flexing in slow rhythm against his torso, sliding over his sides, tummy, ribs and hips with gentle, feather-like scratches.

Now Haru was giggling, the sound as sweet as he was. His tail slowly began to wave beside him, the black-furry appendage lightly thwarted at the ground with glee. "Thahat isn't ruhuhubbing you liahahar!!"

"Subject seems to especially like this form of stimuli." He gestured to the way Haru was now playfully batting at his hands and twisting his hips, completely ignoring his qualm about his 'methods'.

"Ohoholiverrr—!" He giggle-whined preciously.

"Yes, is something the matter?" Oliver batted his eyelashes cheekily.

"Yohou're being mehean!" He verbalized through giggles with half-truth.

"Am I? Oh, I thought you were enjoying this.” He implied with such nonchalant observation that it made Haru sputter. “Would you like me to change tactics?"

"Yehehesss!" Haru droned.

"Well... Since you insist." Oliver hummed innocently before his fingers shaped themself into a claw, placing itself right over his bellybutton and then—

Scritchscritchscritchscritch

Haru absolutely shrieked once he began vibrating his digits into his flesh as if there was no tomorrow, the rapid movements sending unfathomably tingly sensations all up his torso and spine.

"WAHAHAHA— WAHAHAIT— NOHOHOT THAHAHAT—! OHOHOLEHEHE—!!" He squealed and thrashed all he could—arms flailing wildly, head shaking enthusiastically, legs kicking vigorously—the poor thing could barely even get a word out before it was replaced with frantic hysterics and peals of laughter.

Oliver giggled softly along with him before letting up a bit, his fingers now lightly skittering up and down his tummy, his loud belly laughter quietening down to rampant giggles after a while.

"Sohorry…” Oliver allowed a giggle of his own to slip in his amusement. “Was that not what you had meant?" He added almost tauntingly, tilting his head as if nothing happened.

"Mehean— Cruehel— Ehehevil even—!" Haru belted as he peered through his fingers, shooting the latter a glare which came off more like a puppy who’d just been denied treats more than anything threatening.

"And yet, you still haven't asked me to stop once." Oliver observed with an amused hum as his fingers continued their light attack on the sides of his tummy.

Haru could only babble what Oliver assumed was an empty protest as he grabbed a nearby cushion, hugging it against his face and using it to shield his flushed face and muffle his sweet squeals.

"But I think it's safe to say, you didn't all too mind that fact either." Oliver gave a small smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes as he glanced at the latter's tail which was now thumping uncontrollably against the floor.

"Shuhut up—!" He whined once more.

"Now, that's not a very nice thing to say to someone who you agreed to help with their research." He emphasised with another swift claw attack to his tummy earning another round of frantic babbles this time mixed in with a regretful—

"NOHOHOO— I'M SORRY! IHIHI'M SOHOHORRYY!!" To which Oliver's fingers slowed once more, Haru basically melting into the floor with a giddy whine of defeat as he just allowed himself to laugh into the cushion.

"Speaking of... I have to say this is a rather successful experiment. You seem to love this."

"Dohohon't say it lihihike thahaaaat—!" He wailed, not denying the claim, Oliver was sure he could see the cushion blushing at this point with how red he was.

"Oh, sorry, would you prefer I say it like this—Subject seems to be even more positively responsive to stimuli than could've previously been hoped for."

"Ohohoho my gahawd!” Haru practically mewled. “You're suhuhuch a doohohofus!"

"Ah, but this 'doofus' is simply acquiring useful knowledge.” He chuckled, not even taking offense to the soft jab. “Wait till Zike and Pi hear about this." Haru’s eyes widened behind the soft furniture piece.

"Wahahait— Wha—AHAHAA—!!" Before he could even question Oliver hung his head down, lips pressing against the skin and before Haru could even process that sensation Oliver blew a giant raspberry right where Haru's tummy met his hips causing him to shriek.

"Hush." Oliver purred amusedly. "Further research is required." 

"OHOHOLIVER YOHOHOU JEHERK!!"

The next few hours were filled with much more happy laughter and “necessary research”.

Protest as he might, he couldn't deny, maybe this wasn't such a horrible hypothesis after all.

[astronovalite-irl]

Can we please get a Ler!Oliver with Lee!Engel fic please?? :³

Summary: Oliver just being his usual dork self so he decided to annoy and tease Engel with tickles-

If you don't want to do it it's okay :› Hope you're doing great ¦3

"Ticklish lil Engel"

Lers: Oliver

Lees: Engel

Note: This is completely platonic. This fic will also contain a bit of swearing, and Engel doesn't really receive mercy at the end cause Oliver's evil so F in the chat-/hj

"O-Oliver! I told you to stop poking me!"

Engel held back a giggle, his annoyance growing as he tried to push Oliver's hand away from his side. Oliver snickered, keeping up the playful poking.

"Nah, I'd rather not. It's hilarious to see you squirm and yelp like this."

Engel continued to swat at Oliver's hand, a few quiet giggles escaping his mouth.

"N-No it's not! This is e-embarrassing!"

Oliver hummed eventually switching his poking to squeezing.

"That just makes it even better! I love embarrassing you!"

Engel finally broke into giggles at the squeezing at his side, his face flushing red.

"Ahack- Bahahahahahahahaha-! S-Stop! Stop ihihit!"

Oliver's smirk widened. He was enjoying every second of teasing and tormenting Engel, taking advantage of his sensitivity.

"Looks like I finally managed to make you crack, huh? I wonder where else you're ticklish at..~"

He hummed, deciding to squeeze the side of Engel's leg next. Engel squealed this time, his tone becoming more panicked.

"W-WAIT! NO D-DON'T TOUCH THEHEHERE-!!"

Oliver snickered, his eyes full of mischief.

"Aww, why not? Is someone ticklish on their legs?~"

Without warning, his fingers started scratching at the thigh, and eventually worked down to the knee. Engel completely lost it, now basically howling with laughter.

"WAHAHAHAHAHAHA OHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOD-!! YOU- *snrk* YOU BAHAHAHASTARD!!"

Oliver laughed out loud, continuing to tickle the poor boy's sensitive leg.

"Mmmm....You're sorry for tickling me that one time, right?~ Are you gonna do it again?"

Engel rapidly nodded, his face redder than a cherry.

"Y-YEHEHEHES! YES I'M SOHOHOHORRY--!! I REALLY AHAHAHAHAM!!"

Oliver smirked even more, pretending to think about the apology.

"Hmmm...Apology accepted! But I'm not stopping just yet, this is too great!"

He continued to dig his fingers into Engel's thigh, not really showing any mercy. Engel just laid on his back, laughing uncontrollably.

"YOHOHOHOU- *snrk* YOHOHOU'RE EHEHEHEVIL!"

[astronovalite-irl]

Lee!∆lice for the soul

Looks like Oliver found her weak spot >:33

To those who are probably confused, he's poking her with his pencil hand- :3