Serial Designstion N’s FoolProof Cure for A Bad Day
“Uuuuuuuughhhh!!”
N looked over as his partner Uzi, flopped face first onto the ratty old sofa in their room. He set down his sketchbook, being careful not to smudge the still damp paints.
“Hey. You okay?”
He asked, walking over.
Uzi mumbled something incoherent into the cushion.
“Understandable.”
N said, even though he didn’t have the slightest idea what Uzi had said. He reached over and patted her on the head.
Uzi looked up at him with a miserable pout.
“I hate school, my teachers can bite me.”
She said. N frowned.
“I take it the essay didn’t get graded as you’d hoped?”
Uzi huffed.
“I got a C!! A goddamn C, N!”
N blinked. That wasn’t a horrible grade.
“But… it’s a passing grade, right? It’s not like you’re flunking the class.”
Uzi looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
“N I spent weeks on this essay! I worked so hard! All for a C! It should’ve at least gotten a B!”
N patted her head as she went on to rant about the unfairness of the class and how she deserved better. By the time she was finished, she was out of breath.
N dared to speak.
“Do you need anything?”
Uzi sighed, her shoulders slumping.
“Actually…. I could use a back rub if you wouldn’t mind.”
Even though she’d had them for a few months now, Uzi was still getting used to the extra weight of wings on her back. Sometimes they made her back ache, so back rubs were a saving grace.
N smiled.
“Sure!”
He chirped, pleased to be able to help.
“Come here! You can lay on my lap!”
Uzi smiled gratefully and laid across his lap on her stomach, using her arms as a pillow.
N smiled softly.
“Comfy?”
Uzi nodded.
“Mhm. Very. You’re oddly comfortable to lay on.”
N laughed, rubbing her back. The way Uzi melted and sighed against him reminded him of sleepy cat. Just adorable. He half expected her to start purring.
Uzi allowed her eyes to drift shut as she relaxed in N’s lap. Robo-God, how was he so good at back rubs? Did have some sort of special programming? She was completely blissed out.
N smiled, his hands working up to the base of Uzi’s wings. But she stiffened, causing him to pause.
“Oh biscuits, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you, Zi?”
Uzi opened her eyes and looked at him. Her visor had faint glowing lines on her cheeks— she was blushing.
“Huh? Oh no, I’m okay N. My wings are just— erm- sensitive.”
N stares at her, processing her words. Was she— oh no way! Biscuits, this was gonna be fun.
“Uzi,”
N said, unable to keep the grin off his face.
“By sensitive do you mean…. Ticklish?”
Uzi’s whole visor lit up bright purple.
“What- god no! Why would I- ugh- bite me!”
N’s grin widened.
“You know, lying isn’t nice, Uzi.”
“I’m not lying, you goober!”
“Name calling isn’t nice either.”
N wasn’t actually mad, but he wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity to mess with Uzi. Before she could say anything more, N shoved his hands under her wings, tickling her, gently of course.
Uzi screeched, arching her spine.
“Dammnit N!! Stop it!”
She tried, she really tried not to laugh, but N was tickling her too much.
N beamed, his tail wagging. He loved making her laugh. It made him happy.
“Stop squirming, silly! I can’t tickle you if you’re moving!”
“Th-that- ahahahaha- that’s the point, dummy!”
N pouted at her dramatically.
“Dummy?! Rude! I thought you loved me!”
He tickled her harder, pressing his thumbs in the spots just under her wings, causing Uzi to cackle.
Then, something even cuter happened.
Uzi. Snorted.
N stopped tickling her abruptly, his visor, literally, displaying heart eyes.
“Oh. My. Biscuits! You snort?! That’s the cutest thing ever!!!”
Uzi blushes bright purple, covering her mouth.
“Bite me! It’s not cute! Not at all- N!!! Ahahaha- snort- stop tickling me!”
N grinned, having started tickling her again, this time on her sides.
“No can do, Zi! Not until I hear a few more of those cute snorts.”
Uzi cackles, squirming and wriggling in N’s lap, her face heating up each time she snorted.
After a solid 5 minutes, N decided to stop since Uzi had started wheezing and hiccuping.
“Hehehe- goober….. you’re mean!”
N laughed at Uzi’s giggle-drunk statement. He knew she didn’t mean it.
“Haha, yup I know! But hey, at least I made you feel better!”
And the strange part was, Uzi did feel better. Much better.
“Heh, yeah, I guess you did, you goober.”
Uzi paused, then smirked.
“But do you know what would make me feel even better?”
N tilted his head like a puppy.
“What?”
In one quick motion, Uzi flipped so she was pinning N down, grinning evilly.
“Revenge.”
It really was true. Laughter was the best medicine.
And N’s laugh could’ve cured cancer.
First MD fic!! I do ship Nuzi, but if that’s not your thing, this could be read as platonic as well! These goobers deserve to be happy!