(XiaoXiingchen) “👏” + Stomach [Daozhang Xiao trying to tickle the delinquent.. A risky move, but yolo—]
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He’d heard Xiao Xingchen’s tell-tale footsteps begin to wander inside the house. Xue Yang hardly stirred but he opened an eye and watched him move about the house thoughtfully. It seemed like he was listening? For him, perhaps?
A smile curls at his lips and he breathes in to speak, and to announce his presence in the house. “How was the market?” he asks, withholding his suspicion that he came home having spent more than he ought to have for what he bought. Xiao Xingchen really was too pleasant to haggle with the market stalls here.
From where he lounges in the coffin that served as a bed for whoever happened to need it with his head pillowed on his arms, Xue Yang watches with his smile as Xiao Xingchen approaches him with a small smile of his own.
He still hadn’t answered his question as he almost always did. A part of him feels a sense of concern grow, and his lifts himself to lean on his arms.
“Daozhang?” he asks, smile on his lips and eyes faltering before he has an idea. “Oh! You have candy for me?” Unsure if that was truly it but knowing that there was a façade to maintain, he lifts an open palm as he usually would in expectation for a paper-wrapped hard candy.
Xiao Xingchen says nothing, but smiles more broadly as though an idea strikes him. Xue Yang, for the first time, is uncertain as to what is going to happen next.
What actually does happen takes him completely by surprise.
The taller man’s hands lunge forward and his fingers start to dig into his stomach with intent to tickle him. He is laughing and smiling, but Xue Yang is not paying attention.
Instead, his face is a shocking mix of terror and fury and forced laughter. Xue Yang tries to curl up to protect his stomach, but he is also pinned down by Xiao Xingchen’s tickling hands. He wants to kick him away fiercely in the chest and feel his sternum snap, break his arms so they would not tickle him again, anything that would get him to stop touching him in such a sensitive place that had been kicked and beaten in the past.
“S-stop! Daozhang, stop!” His voice comes out between gasps and strained shouts of laughter. “I beg you!” Distantly, he’s aware of the way he’s thrashing against the walls of the coffin - it sounded almost exactly the same way someone kicks and flails when their neck was firm in his hands, but he does not think about how his terror was anything like theirs at their final moments (or when the last thing they feel is their bones cracking in his hands).
Internally, he cannot contain the disgust he feels at saying such words of capitulation, simple as they were. His patience is wearing thin quickly, but despite his original, vengeful reason for staying here he does not want to reveal himself too soon. But if this kept up any longer… Not only was he at risk of unleashing resentful energy and therefore exposing himself, but he was also at risk of harming Xiao Xingchen.
“Please!” Forcing one final shriek of laughter, he finally manages to get his feet under him and wriggle out from underneath Xiao Xingchen’s hands. He slips out of the coffin but tumbles gracelessly to the floor; he is desperate to get away from the awful feeling of being so handled. Breathing hard, he attempts to get his racing pulse and adrenaline under control.
“D-daozhang!” Xue Yang gasps, holding his stomach to calm the oversensitive nerves that feel as though they are on fire. Now, he lets a note of petulance slip into his voice. Of course, it disguises how he hates himself for how frightened he felt now, as well as back then when he was a child. “That was cruel! To make it fair, you have to let me do the same to you too!”
