You didn't drink alcohol all that often, only a bit during special occasions, but most of the time you were sober.
Alastor was the one who drank more, but it wasn't bothering in the slightest. He would only drink what he could handle, and when he was comfortable enough he'd drink till he was tipsy.
It didn't happen often but you were always nearby when it did.
Today was a normal one, nothing really happened in the hotel. It was its usual lack of guest, so the Princess called an early day.
Now you and the Radio Demon were back home, relaxing in the living room, Alastor sitting nearby the cellarette bar with a drink in his hand. You were on the couch, reading the encyclopedia of herbs that you managed to find deep in the library.
Too transfixed with the book, you didn't notice that the man in red had finished most of the bottle.
"Darling?", he called out, the glass in his hand making a sound as he set it down on top of the cellarette.
"Hm?", you hummed, not looking up from the book.
"Darliiiing~"
Now that's odd. You thought taking in the tone of his voice and looked up from your book, finding the deer demon's smile widen once you were looking at him.
"Come here my darling~", he holds out a hand for you, head tilted to the side a bit with a slight blush on his face. "I want to hold you."
He's..drunk? You close your book before slowly setting it down. No, almost there but not quite.
Standing up, you made your way over to him. Taking his outstretched hand, letting him guide you to sit down on his lap. He wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his face into your neck. To get comfortable, you wrap an arm around his neck and rest the other on his chest.
"J’aime sentir ton corps contre le mien."
( I love feeling your body against mine. )
A blush forms on your face and you avert your eyes. "How much did you drink?", you ask, looking over at the bottle.
"Not too much.", he sighs out.
You shiver when feeling his breath on your neck. Holding your breath when feeling him smirk against your skin.
"Tu es si mignonne." (You're so adorable.)
"I'm not.", you mumble, earning a chuckle from him.
"You are.", he replies before kissing your neck.
Feeling your heart skip a beat as he kisses up your neck, you move the hand on his shoulder to the back of his head, encouraging him to continue.
"Mon amour." (My love.)
Kiss, on the pulse of your neck.
"Ma vie." (My life.)
Kiss, on the underside of your jaw.
"Mon cœur." (My heart.)
Kiss, behind your ear.
The smell from the alcohol was starting to get to you, but you really wanted a kiss.
"Alastor.", you pulled back, looking at his flushed face as he slowly blinked at you. "Please kiss me already."
"Of course.", he says and leans in.
Reciprocating the kiss, all is forgotten about the alcohol. It felt like you two were the only demons in Hell.
Maybe...you could get a little drunk.
In love, that is.
*gets dragged back into the depths of assignments* LET ME KNOW IF MY TRANSLATIONS ARE WRONG!!!
"Are you going to study, like at all?" Shadowsan asked while he started writing notes down.
Louise nuzzled her face into the back of his neck, she was laying on top of him while he studied since he was warm and she wanted to have him close, "probably not, I just knew studying would be the only way to get you here."
Shadowsan sighed, but expected her answer. He never knew how she could be so relaxed while having the grades she did, "we have exams coming up, you aren't going to try?"
"No, I'm going to fail and repeat the year, over and over again, my dream." She joked and brushed her fingers through his hair.
He relaxed slightly at her touch, at her gentleness he didn't often see, "you are like.. ready for the exams right? Like you expect to pass?"
Yawning, Louise replied and closed her eyes against his back again, "yes, and Brunt favors me. So I'm sure even if my scores come below whatever they need to be I'll simply get passed along."
In response to that, Shadowsan rolled his eyes. He knew that Coach Brunt took a liking to Louise, but she wasn't sure how pure her intentions were. Neither of them, Louise and Shadowsan, knew too much about motherly love, so Brunt's seemed normal.
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"You've gone over that formula like six times, lets go already." Lousie complained and pulled him away from his desk, text books open and his fingers typing on his calculator.
He let her pulled her up but kept clicking the keys while she pulled him up from his belt loops.
"Oh my god you fucking nerd." She took it from his hands and turned his chin towards her.
That immediately got his focus on her, he put his hands on her waist. She smiled, "can we go now?"
"Yes... in a few minutes.." He kissed her deeply, letting his arms find and carres her waist.
She kissed him back with glee, he lifted her up to bring her to the bed and and she chuckled, "Shadowsan!"
Here is my latest work! I am writing small notes the Sarentu wrote to each other or themselves when their firstborns (srry other kids..) were born and their thoughts and feelings
Who is this about?: Teylan
Who is in the works?: Tamtey
Without further ado, here we go.
Tags: bittersweet(?), fluff, made up NPC as the mom, headcannons!!
Small CW: implied child abuse! But only for a few lines :)
Synopsis: Teylan's son was born in the dead of night deep in the plains. And a new sempu can't keep the joy to himself.
(Credits to chrisssiren for the separator? Banner?? Idk what they're called)
And a very special thanks you to @cakedwithdesire and @ilu-rider-ocean-lover for proofreading and criticism!!
Additional note: Aeylana is Teylan's mate.
All of these odes are designed with the idea you were playing the game and found them as notes!
Also I will try to post how I imagine each Sarentu's (except Tamtey as its so'lek) mate to look like at the end!
A Note to Tamtey
Writer: Teylan
Found: the Zeswa circle
Holy crap Tamtey.
I didn't think I would ever love something this much. Is this how you felt when Wawen was born?
He's perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Aeylana wants to name him Tanvi.
I don't mind, I just want to hold him more.
Tanvi and Aeylana are asleep right now, he is on her chest. Gosh Tamtey, he is so small compared to her!
Minang says to let them sleep. But all I want is to hold him. He is so cute! I cannot wait to show him to Ada.
Can I admit something? I'm scared. Really scared. I do not remember my parents like you and everyone else do. All I remember is Mercer, so what if I mess him up because of what? It is scary. I am so happy but at the same time? I'm filled with so much fear, that I just want to vomit. Aeylana keeps assuring that it is normal and that I am better than how the Sky people raised us. But I'm still scared.
Could you maybe stop by soon? Maybe bring Wawen and Aha'ri? I'm sure they'd be happy to meet Tanvi.
-Teylan
here's how I imagine Teylan's mate!
Now however he managed to pull her with how awkward she is? That's a mystery...
Adam hates it when it happens, he woke up feeling annoyed because of his full bladder . So he got up slowly as Lucifer snores away, but the moment he got out of bed . He felt a shiver down his spine .
Not the kind of being watched or anything, just because he was suddenly fucking cold . He quickly while shivering went to the bathroom, feeling relief as the piss left his body .
As he walks back to the bed, he felt a shiver going down his whole body as he steps back into the bed .
He was shivering so hard it woke up Lucifer ."Are you having one of Ozzie's vibrators in you ?" Half awake the devil looked at Adam, who shook his head no ."No I have some nighttime shivers ... I am so fucking cold Luci ."
Lucifer quickly pulled Adam in a hug, the first man groans at the warmth .
Adam shivers didn't last long, but both lovers didn't let go until morning .
They were running, running for their lives, running for the lives of their people and running for the sake of their kingdom.
Fire raged around them, clawing at the trees and screaming at them, threatening to engulf them in their hatred, yet even as the smoke built up inside their lungs and choked them from the inside, they continued to run.
Despite hell consuming their land and explosions rousing the flames around them, it was raining.
Once upon a time, it seemed like such a beautiful thing. The memory of gliding through a gentle sheet of rain while her grace filled his vision, the ghost of her touch lingering in his hands, as if she were there, guiding him through the blinding darkness of the wet night, even as the heavens wept and the moon bled. Even as the night tinted with the malicious red of hatred and demise. Yet he knew she was elsewhere, caught up in her own battle.
And so he took the hand of her highness, his princess, the one he was sworn to as her protector and knight, and pressed on. Even when she panted and gasped for air that had long since fled in the wake of smoke, even when he heard her dress ripping and the mud under their boots splatter on her pristine skin, he pressed on.
They reached the end of the forest, the ashes of what once was littering the ground they trampled through, ruins of their fallen kingdom and the empty vessels of the dead scattered across the plain.
Then they heard it. Knight and princess halted their escape with the realisation that they could not flee the chant of death. As machines rose from waste and decay, their eyes illuminated, producing a laser that set its targets on her highness. Her knight spared no second, leaping at the metal beast with what was left of his strength, destroying it beyond repair in one slash of his goddess blessed blade.
He held his own as more and more metallic beasts surrounded them. Taking out his shield, he deflected blow after blow, watching his step, careful not to tread on his princess’s feet as she stood behind him, for even in the midst of battle, even as execution loomed over him, he minded his etiquette around her royal highness.
His muscles burned with fatigue and his arm twisted on impact as his shield gave in to the continued assault. Still, he persisted.
Gripping his sacred blade, he pressed off of one of his attackers and launched into the air, bringing his blade down on the creature and all others in the vicinity.
He fought and fought until his legs gave way and his lungs caved.
Yet he could not abandon his divine duty to serve his goddess, he could not forsake his princess to the hand of misery incarnate.
So he rose once more.
His fingers trembled at the loss of strength, trying desperately to hold onto the hilt of his sword as he claimed his place in front of his princess once more.
He was useless, if only to use his body to ensure her safety.
He took blast after blast, the overwhelming force of explosions and the heat of fire that licked his skin tortured his nerves and shattered his bones. One blasted the side of his face, leaving ringing in his ear and darkness in his vision. One took its hit to his abdomen, destroying his organs and spraying his blood. Another to his legs, another to his torso, another to his back, another, another, another, until one set its laser on his chest and fired.
He felt he would not be able to ever forget the pained scream of his name leaving her lips if there was a chance he were to survive after this. So he took comfort in knowing he wouldn’t. He felt a calm wash over him as peace was promised to him, as cold, dainty hands grasped at his body and pulled him close, desperate to piece him back together in the hopes that he will live in spite of his injuries, in spite of his missing organs and the gaping hole where his eye used to be, in spite of the grainy texture of his shattered spine against hands drenched in blood that had not come from its owner. In spite of it all, just so he could live to see another day, just so he could return home to his betrothed and his family and his simple life before destiny wrapped its unforgiving fingers around their souls and mercy distanced itself just as the goddess did.
But it was no use.
The princess wept. Sobs racking her body as she clutched her broken knight to her chest, listening to the pathetic attempts he made at drawing even the shallowest of breaths.
She looked down to him, his face drowned in his own blood and his hair soaked by the rain that had yet to let up.
And then he looked towards her, his eyes meeting hers, and for the first time, he smiled.
a/n: Part two to Hold Still, very long overdue (totally didn't forget...) I hope you enjoy!
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The sound of metallic feet hitting the floor echoed down the corridor as Octane sprinted in a frenzied panic. He didn’t dare to look behind him at the impending doom that chased after him and even resorted to using another stim to give him that extra boost.
He didn’t care who he rushed past, not even bothering to check if he knocked anyone over, only shouting back a quick “Lo siento!” and was already gone down the corridor before the conversation could continue.
He didn’t know where to go, his room would be too obvious to hide in. That’s when an idea hit him; why not go to their room instead? Why would she look there? That would surely be the last place he would go to hide. It was genius!
Thankfully the recently injected stim got him towards said room fast enough and he was able to open the door and close it behind him. With a long exhale, he slumped back against the door and fell to the ground, he then reached up and removed his usual helmet and tousled his hair to fluff it out.
“That was a close one,” he chuckled to himself, lifting his goggles so only his mask remained. “She nearly got me that time.”
Without any warning, the door which he had been leaning against suddenly opened and his body tumbled backwards to the ground. With a gulp he looked up into the eyes that he was desperate to escape from.
“Uh oh…”
“Uh oh is right, Silva.” Ajay stood over him, a stern expression upon her face. “Bet yuh thought yuh were pretty smart running to my room, huh?”
“A little…”
“Sorry to rain on your parade, but yuh not getting away that easy,” she said, taking one step closer to the already down legend. The movement caused him to immediately scramble away from her.
“WhoaWhoa, hold on! Listen, I know you’re upset!” he said, arms held up defensively close to his torso. “I didn’t mean it, prometo!”
“Yuh said my drawin’s sucked.”
“No, I didn’t! I said you suck…” he paused. “Uh, that doesn’t help me, does it?”
Ajay hummed with a shake of her head.
“But you were tickling me, chica! Come on, it’s not like I didn’t have a reason,” he said, putting his hands together to plead with her. “You forgive me, right?”
At this, Ajay’s expression softened, and she gave a sigh, which gave a comforting sense of security to the daredevil, his defences lowered as their eyes locked in understanding. This moment was very short lived, however, as her fingers immediately reached out and grabbed onto his hips, pulling him close to her frame.
“Not yet, I don’t,” she grinned as she trapped him against her and used her nails to dance up and down his sides. The pen she used to draw on him tickled enough, but her nails sent him into immediate squeals and hysterics. “Maybe if I get enough pleas out of yuh, I might change my mind.”
“HAHAHA CHE! STAHAHAP!” Octavio cried out, his body squirming left to right desperately trying to escape her hold on him, but despite her smaller frame, she was quite strong. “POHOHOR FAVOHOHOR!”
“After all my hard work makin’ these body drawings look nice for yuh, and yuh go and insult me like this. Yuh hurt me, Silva.” She brought up fingers around from his sides to his abs and tummy, scribbling her nails all around. His laughter went up in pitch and his squirms became a lot more violent, this was definitely a weak spot of his, despite it always being on display.
“NOHOHOT THEHERE!” he squealed again once her nails started tracing around his belly button. His hands immediately grabbed onto hers to stop this torture. The laughter had weakened his strength a little, which was proven when she easily managed to escape his grasp.
There began a little mini war of flailing hands and arms, Octavio letting out nervous laughter whenever she was close to landing some tickles on him. “Chihihihca, come on! Deja de hacerme cosquillas!”
“I dunno, I can’t tell if yuh really are sorry,” she said, planning her next area to attack. “Besides, I haven’t heard yuh laugh like this in years.” Her fingers shot towards his underarms, a particularly sensitive spot if she remembered correctly and the loud eruption of laughter hoaxed from him confirmed that.
His arms crashed down to his sides to trap her hands almost instantly, his body thrashing wildly in her lap. There was still enough space for her nails to gently scritch at the soft, sensitive skin in his underarms which drove him nuts. His laughter went from loud and powerful to silent and hicuppy.
Ajay took this as her cue to finally stop and give him a break, letting a few chuckles escape herself. “I will never get tired of hearin’ how wild your laugh is when you get goin’, Silva.”
Octavio simply sprawled out across her lap in an exhausted heap, barely able to reply to her through his heavy breathing. “You’re … so mean!”
He flinched hard when she made a quick threatening motion with her fingers that she was about to strike, but it was harmless, and she only laughed at him in which he groaned lazily in response. Ajay decided to assist him in calming down by gently running her fingers through his locks.
“Yuh know, we’re probably goin’ to go through this every time yuh want body art for a game, right?” She said, smiling softly down at the small furrow of his brows.
“Yeah? Well, you’d better be prepared for some payback, chica!”
You yawned as you opened your eyes, trying to observe your surroundings.
A cool flush body was pressed up against your back, arms around your waist in a snug hold. You slightly tilt your head to look behind you to see messy red hair and the beginning of a face pressed into your neck.
A rather large grin formed on your face as you caught sight of your sleeping girlfriend. Low purrs escaped her as a small smile adorned her face. It was telling that she was having a nice dream.
Your gaze flickered over to the grandfather clock in the room, taking notice that you need to get up soon to start your morning duties.
It’s a shame, really.
All you really wanted to do was sleep in with the redhead holding you but you’d rather not get in trouble with your girlfriend’s mother— the matriarch.
With a small sigh of disappointment, you try to escape Daniela’s hold without waking her.
You placed your hands on top of hers and tried to gently get them off from around your waist.
Not even a second later, you heard a small growl in your ear as the hold around you tightened. A husky yet pleading murmur, “No, you cannot get up. You’re my prisoner for the day.”
You shivered as her hoarse voice made you stop trying to escape her hold.
When she felt you stop moving, a delicate kiss was placed on your pulse point, “Mmm. Good girl.”
Your face turned a bright red that rivaled Daniela’s hair at her praise. After a moment of being flustered into silence, you sheepishly decided that you were going to stay in bed.
“My good girl,” Daniela repeated more softly this time, her tired tone making it known that she was already half asleep.
You felt her breathing even out once again as she buried her face into your neck once more, happily breathing in your comforting scent.
You found your own eyelids drooping as the warm embrace of your lover made you feel so utterly relaxed and protected. Not bothering to fight it, you closed your eyes and joined Daniela in dreamland.
You’re sure that even if you were to get in trouble for not showing up to do your chores, Daniela would definitely back you up against her mother.
Kanene’s note: Heyioooo!!! How are you all, my dear lollipop? Gooooosh! I really missed to post something dfghjukioljuhghgf. Well, I was talking with the incredible @cefsticklestoo and she said one of her favorite Tickle-Tropes was Alien/Robot discovering about tickles, and then I got really inspired asdfgyhujuhgfghj. xDD.
Hope you all appreciate the story as much as I loved to write it!!! Thank you for your time! Have a wonderful day and a wonderful life! Never forget how much special you are, lollipop! <3
Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:
* Lee!Logan and Ler!Roman (It can be seen as Romantic or Platonic if you want. There is some kind of flirt but only if you squint).
* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).
* Something around 1500 words. -w-)b.
* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!
* I wrote a big part of it during my class. I could feel the adrenaline in my veins and almost had a heart attack when my friend asked me ‘what are you writing’ dfghjhgfdfghjhg. D a n g e r.
* Vou tentar escrever a versão em português! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, take a good rest, talk with the one that you love, drink water and be careful with your creations, they can easly get very curious, ya know! Byeioo!~
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Logan smiled, for the first time in a really long period, as he watched his creation finally became alive. Their metallic, shiny eyes blinked and the android focused them in his form, their face, even if mirrored his, opened in one of the most perfect and bright smiles Logan had even seen.
- It’s a pleasure to meet you, my dear subject! - Roman (What he could do? Logan always kept a secret love for the Roman Empire) spin in the same place as if testing out his movements. The mechanic and scientist opened his mouth, ready to answer his question until all the exhaustion and tiredness took over the entirety of his mind, suppressing the adrenaline of, after all this time, presence his creation finally works.
And then he passed out.
…
He blinked a few times. His head didn’t hurt, which probably meant that the android managed to catch him before his expected encounter with the floor. Thank to Newton that Logan didn’t spared efforts to apprimorete his reflexives responses. He sat, appreciating the feeling the cozy fabric of his bed’s comforts (how much time was since he actually slept in it?), before being tossed in his initial position, again.
- WHAT IS IT?? - In Roman’s hands diverses paint cans struggled to not fall from their firm grip. The strength of their arms, which one day were known as white, was completely colored in a mix of various colors and shades.
- P-paint cans. - Logan cleared his throat while the colored let themself fell, sitting on the scientist’s legs, their vision unfocused, probably accessing on his internet the meaning of his words, their smile increasing more and more. - How much time I was unconscious?
- It’s beautiful. - Their glare returned to stare only the painting and cans, their nose wrinkling in a disgruntled expression. Logan didn’t remembered doing their features so adorably. - It’s awful. I'm going to need to redo it. - Their face then gleamed, as if Roman had the most brilliant idea in the whole world. - Can I practice on you?
- Pardon me?
- ‘Practice makes perfect’ it’s a pretty common saying, you know?
- I didn’t mean...- The one with glasses sighed under the expecting, excited and slightly confused look of the other. It was against his principles to deny knowledge in any and every form to anyone. - Yes. However, I plead you use a paint brush.
- Paint brush?
- Small object used in order to applying paint.
Roman took the said out of a small compartment in his shoulder.
- I thought it was a kind of ornament. - Wet the object first in the red can and started to work, their ability of improvement was almost mesmerizing, the shapes gained more complexity and precision as the drawing danced across his forearm, so much that Logan didn’t even noticed it inevitable destiny as its bristles lightly touched the base of his neck.
The mechanic nearly jumped, a yelp escaping from his lips while his body jerked, but not much, from the sensation, a wobbly smile taking over his features without his permission.
- Hey!!! You made me blur it!!! - Angry pout. Their eyes met. - Wait. You did it again.
- What? - Logan was too much occupied controlling his impulse to rub the tingling sensation in his neck to acknowledge the shine, which spread in Roman’s eyes, joyfully mesmerizing his smile one more time.
- That. You made that thing when I woke up. - Then they stared their brush. - What did I do?
- T-this was o-only an involuntary response of my nervous system. - ‘It’s not a big deal, Logan. It’s NOT a big deal. Stop blushing and smiling in that EXACT moment!!’ - It’s called - Come on, Logan. You are a responsible, serious, rational, respected, mature male human. You made an android, you definitely can say this only one word without stuttering. - T-t-tickles. - …. I gave up.
- Tickles? - Unfocused eyes and suddenly the one with glasses notice how much their creation in his legs could incapacity him from runni- I mean, strategically move away. - Your search history has plenty of results to that word. You are addicted.
-I-I'm not 'addicted'! I'm just… a little fond for the subject. - His face clouded itself in a frown.
-Wait, no! Do that thing again! - Roman scribbled again the brush on his neck, making Logan close firmly his lips and eyes, trying to stop the freedom of all the tons and tons of bubbling giggles that spin and accumulated themselves in his chest, his body shook with the struggling. - Why aren't you doing that sound anymore?
Their hand let go of the object and the scientist breathed again, ignoring the heating that only increased further in his cheeks. The android's fingers dig in his armpits, releasing a high pitched squeal from the other.
-Ouch! Whahahait! That hurt! - Roman retreated, a confused expression in his face.
-But… I did exactly as the human in that video…
Logan tried to ignore equally the fact that the Android really was interested in that human activity and this look of slight sadness and curiosity as Roman stared their hands. The one with glasses signed, defeated.
It was against his principles to deny knowledge in any and every form to anyone.
-You need to do it like that. - He raised his hands, wriggling his fingers and not realizing the wobbly smiling showing in his face when the other started to mirroring his movements, tingles and shivers running all through his body and waking up the excited butterflies in his stomach. - And you can't put all your strength in this, the nerves are sensitive to the most light touch.
-Like that? - Roman deflected from his hands, finding way to his neck, their fingertips barely touching under his chin as they tickled and tracing shapes as the went from a side to another, Logan muffling his fast giggles behind his hands and trying to not move (just because of the lesson, sure. It wasn't like he was liking this or anything like that.) away from the unbearable feeling that made his smile spread more and more.
-ExhahahahahaHA - Roman found a particularly ticklish spot right behind his ear, Logan almost could see an evil grin in the android's features, even if he haven't programmed that expression on them. A malign thought hit him as well. - E-e-hehehehexactly! But, thahahahahat… - He fought the urge to squeak as Roman tried again the paint brush, each bristle slowly scratching his sensitive spot and leading the giggly-flow to fall quickly. The good was that the, as it seemed, artist was too much distracted to notice Logan's hands getting dangerously close. - … can also works as well!
The scientist, just for the sake of the lesson of course, suddenly attacked their ribs, his fingers quickly spidering up and down, sometimes poking, multiples of times even when the Android jumped, exploding in a loud, melodious laughter that, for a moment, stopped everything else.
Their eyes met, a smirk beginning to form in his face-
But then Roman's fingers decided to tickle his tummy, and Logan automatically lost it, his hands clapping firmer in his mouth as real laughter, together with some snorts, started to float from his lips. Roman unfairly skilled squeezes spread across every single inch of his so, so much ticklish spot, kneading and scribbling his right, his left, up, down, just to repeat all of this again and again and again…
-It's working!!! - Their fast, unbearable tickles found that exactly spot right under his navel that leaded to the current flow of squeals and snorts that fell from his mouth, his giggles getting higher as his ticklish, softly scratches almost made him want to jump from his skin, squirming more profusely. - I didn't even knew that humans could make these sounds!!
-SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUT UP! - His whole face was boiling, his smile so big that it was possible to see even behind his hands. - NahahahaHAHAHAHA!
-Hey!! Stop it right now! It's not fair, I'm working hard here!! Show me your smile! - An only one damn finger poked curiously his belly button, making his hands really get of his mouth, flying to hold the others wrists. Roman couldn't stop smiling, even more when they fixed their eyes in Logan's face, his glasses askew, wrinkled nose, wobbly smile and infinite giggles. Each little poke resulting in a shriek. - Cool! This is your squeaky button!
His blush spread to his ears.
-Thihihihis is NOHOHOHOT how th -sTOP- ihihihis called!!!
Roman began to scribble the most ticklish spot, their index finger dancing inside his navel and Logan fell in an explosion of laughter, crackling, snorting and squeaking, legs bouncing and head shaking, as if he could deny the sensation.
-Sure it is! I'm poking and you're squeaking!
-Thihihihihis is nOHOHOT HOW THIHIHIHihihihis wORK! - Roman leaned down their head, a suborn look of determination in their eyes. - Nohohohohoho!! DohohOHOHOHON'T!
-IT. IS. - And then they blew a raspberry directly in his tummy button. A scream escaped from Logan's lips before he fell in a silent laughter. The Android stopped, eyes widen open as they stared him.
-I'm sorry. I thought I…
-N-nohohoho. - The scientist took off his glasses, wiping the tears from his eyes. - It's ohohokahahay, you stohohopped in the rihihight moment. - He let his gigantic smile remained in his face, his giggles floating in the air, showing he was truly okay. As soon as Roman realized, they let a proud smile took over his features.
