Hi again how are you thank you for acceptingβΊοΈ so the prompt is Willy is not having a good day and Lofty and Noodle tickle him to cheer him up. Bonus points if Lofty gives him raspberries.π
I'm sorry that this took so long!!!
I've been a bit busy lately, but that's not a good excuse. I really hope you still enjoy it - I love this prompt. Thank you for your patience (:
Noodle and Lofty sat side by side, looking out of the window, staring at the construction sight before them. They were both staying in Wonka's factory or, rather, what was soon to become Wonka's factory, sat in a small hut in the corner of a wide property.
Why couldn't Wonka just live in that little hut by himself?
Well, rather embarrassingly, Wonka got spooked out by the sounds of the construction at night, and didn't feel comfortable all alone in the dark at the mercy of the 'truck monsters'. Lofty was staying with him anyway, but somehow Wonka didn't feel like he would be enough to fight off the 'truck monsters' if they intruded. Noodle, however, was very strong, and had agreed to live with Wonka and fight alongside him as, after all, she did owe him quite a bit.
Usually living with Wonka was a delight, but there were two situations in which it could be a pain.
1). When Wonka was out working later than usual, and Noodle and Lofty had run out of things to do so they mutually died of boredom
On this particular afternoon, it was situation one. That was why, when Noodle heard the key click in the front door, she immediately bounced off the couch. Although Noodle was overly excited to see him, her mood immediately dropped when she saw Wonka's face. He looked completely sad and flustered.
"Hi Noodle", he said as he walked in, with not an ounce of energy in his voice.
"Ooo", Lofty remarked, "Someone's grumpy".
Noodle shot him a dirty look, directing Wonka to the couch that she had just been sitting on.
"Oh Willy, what's wrong?", she asked, plopping herself beside him.
"Nothing", Wonka replied, letting his eyes dart away.
"Come on", Noodle said, "You can't fool me, I know that face. What's up?"
"Well", Wonka sighed, "There was just this awful customer today at the shop. He told me...never mind, it's not important"
Noodle's heart sunk. She hated seeing Willy this way, she hated seeing him this insulted and hearing about him being mistreated. Wonka was the sweetest, most witty, most vibrant person anyone could ever want to be around. How could a customer have possibly been able to be so mean?
"What did the customer say?", Lofty demanded, jumping up on to the couch on the other side of Wonka.
"It's ok", Noodle interrupted, "you don't have to say".
"Nah", Wonka sighed, "I'll get it out. He said..."
Both Lofty and Noodle leaned in attentively.
"...He said that my hair looked like a birds nest made of fat ducklings that had been trampled over by too many baby elephants".
Lofty immediately burst into laughter, to which Noodle slapped him.
"Hey!" Lofty said, "You have to admit that that's humorous".
Noodle glared at him for the second time that afternoon. However, when she directed her attention back to Wonka, she noticed that the boy had a little smirk on his face, and a few bubbly giggles escaped his lips, although his head still hung down.
"It's okay Noodle", Wonka said, "It was a very creative insult, as well as a hurtful one".
"Well I like your hair", Noodle said matter-of factly, "It's nice and cute and wavy. That customer had no idea what he was talking about".
Wonka sighed again, "I'm sorry Noodle, but I just can't agree. That guy was right. My hair is messy and weird in a bad way".
Noodle opened her mouth to say something, but Lofty interrupted - "Oh come on Willy. You have an array of less than desirable qualities but your hair is certainly not one of them".
Noodle rolled her eyes - what a Lofty compliment. Still, it made Wonka crack a smile again, and caused him to tilt his head up to look at Lofty direclty.
"Well?", he challenged, "What are my 'less than desirable qualities' than?"
Lofty stood up and cleared his throat. "Well, because you have asked, I shall tell you. You have the body of an adult but the mind of a child. You are too hopeful and naive. You have an overactive imagination. Your never fully socially aware, always off in your own little world. You never respond or even listen when others try to catch your attention if you are in the middle of making a chocolate. And you make the most horrid noises at night!"
Wonka hmphed lightly, "Is that so?"
Noodle would have glared at Lofty again if his strategy weren't helping.(Strategy? Nah, just Lofty being Lofty). But Wonka was clearly amused, and seemed in a much better mood than he had been when he walked in.
"Come on Lofty", he stood up, "I am an expert chocolate maker! The best on the planet! The best in a thousand planets! The best in a zillion planets! How could I possibly have the mind of a child?"
Noodle rolled her eyes and chuckled, glad that the old Wonka was back, "Oh come on Willyy, sit down".
"Nope", he said, "I'm staying right here. Until you can absolutely, positively prove that I am childish, I won't be doing anything you say".
There was silence for a few seconds, before an idea dawned on Noodle. She smirked and stood up, reaching Wonka's level.
"Okay, just letting you know that this is your final chance to back out".
Wonka, not phased at all by the mischievous hint in his friends' voice, nodded firmly and turned around, beginning to march away like the dignified adult that he was. Rolling her eyes with a grin, Noodle grabbed the back of Wonka's coat, yanking him back toward her as he yelped.
"Now Noodle, I couldn't possibly think of why you would do that but EEP!"
Wonka squealed as he felt ten digits digging into his sides, literally collapsing in giggles as he fell back onto the couch with a thud. Lofty had to stand up and get out of the way as Wonka reflexively squirmed his way away from Noodle's tormenting fingers and toward the end of the couch, giggling all the way but not making any attempts to swat the girl's hands. Lofty just stood back, watching with an amused smirk.
"Ahahaha!", Wonka cried, his bubbly giggles, scrunched up face and constant movement making his hair resemble a birds nest. Of course, Lofty had to point this out, to which Noodle softly punched him. That was a mistake. Wonka, with his lightning reflexes, sprung up and reached to tweak Noodle's ribs, which resulted in her jumping in a ticklish shock. The young girl glared back at Wonka, who had a very satisfied smile on his face.
"That was very...childish of you Wonka", Noodle said, snapping a successful grin of her own.
Wonka's face dropped. "You see young lady, that is what we call unfair play". Noodle just smiled brighter and stuck her tongue out at the young man below him.
"Why you little-", Wonka reached his arms up to turn the tables, but no sooner had he begun his counterattack than Lofty had pushed him back down and launched an assault under his arms.
"OHOHOHO SMOHOHOHOKE!", Wonka cried, instantly falling back into the vulnerable position he was in before. The chocolatier's arms darted to his sides, to which Lofty smirked triumphantly, "you know very well that there's no use doing that. There it is - those irrational decisions that you are always making. See, now I have no choice but to tickle you there".
Wonka's chest heaved, his laughter spilling out of him with no restraint, Noodle chuckling to herself as she watched.
"NOOOHOOODLE! PLEAHEAHAHSE! HEHEHEHELP!"
"Nah, rather not", Noodle responded matter of factly, "I think you brought this upon yourself Wonka. Especially for being such a stubborn pants. Besides, you could use some loosening up after the day you have had".
Wonka couldn't respond to that, only collapse in desperate laughter as his armpits were 'attacked'. The sensation sent ticklish jolts through Wonka's entire body, making him feel as if he was floating upon a cloud, laughing freely as Lofty smirked evilly down at him. Noodle is right - Wonka thought as he doubled over in reaction to Lofty changing his technique from scratching to tracing the hollows under his arms - I do need this, and I do feel better. It was so nice to just let go, be silly and have fun. (It wasn't like Wonka wasn't silly all the time, but this was special - it was a moment of connection between him and his dearest friends).
"Lofty, youv'e been on that spot for a while, I think you might be breaking him". It was true - Wonka's cheeks had gone dark red, and he was running out of breath to laugh, as well as the effort for his body to struggle.
"Nah,he's fine", Lofty responded simply, as if completely unaware of the mess below him.
"Plehehehease", Wonka said, tears swelling in his eyes, "stohohop".
Lofty imeditately let up - this was the only time that Wonka had asked him to stop, so he must have meant it. The goofy man took in a few sharp breaths, and rustled his hair with his left hand. Sitting up, he chuckled, "Wow, that was mean".
Lofty just shrugged "Your welcome. I could tell that you were a bit tense. I'm sure that helped. I'm sure it would for a guy as childish as you, and so devastatingly ticklish". Lofty emphasized the word "devastatingly" in a way that made Wonka go dark red.
"Hey", Noodle remarked, "Lofty, just for interest, are you ticklish?"
The Oompa Loompa crossed his arms and smirked, "I mean, you can try, but nothing will happen".
"I think I'll leave this to Wonka", Noodle responded, eying her younger friend. Wonka smirked - "Wow, you seem awfully confident. I don't know Noodle - do you think he's bluffing?"
Noodle shrugged - "Only one way to find out".
Lofty hadn't made any attempt to move, so Wonka hesitantly reached out to scratch his stomach. Nothing. His hips? Nothing. Under his arms? Nope. Lofty looked awfully pleased with himself.
"Okay", Lofty said, "You can try one more spot. If it's my tickle spot, than you win. If it isn't, I get to tickle you where you tickled me. Deal?"
Wonka blushed - he was very curious about Lofty, and also, as much as he hated to admit it, wanted more tickles. It was a win win.
Without responding, Wonka scribbled his fingers across Lofty's neck in an instant action of delight, excepting to relish in the sound of his laughter.
Wonka's cheeks went even more red, and he lifted his arms defensively. He chuckled sheepishly as Lofty crossed his arms and menacingly approached him.
"Co-home on Lofty. We-he can talk about this".
Suddenly, Noodle swooped past Lofty and started tickling Wonka's neck, causing him to squeal once again before falling back in a pile of giggles.
"Noohoohoodle!", he laughed, scrunching up his shoulders, "Thihihihis is Lofty's johohohob!"
"Really, that's what your concerned about?", Noodle said with a chuckle, "Your not at all concerned about the fact that I'm tickling you to bits?"
Wonka blushed even deeper, before screeching as, out of complete nowhere, Lofty leaned over and blew raspberries on over the thin section of shirt covering his stomach.
"Ohohoohoho nohoho!", Wonka cried, starting to kick his legs, to which Noodle and Lofty had to get out of the way, "Sohohohon of a wackadoooohhoooohooodle!". Lofty and Noodle smiled at each other, as Lofty withdrew and watched Wonka clutching his stomach, as if he'd just been given a very ticklish punch. Noodle took this as her signal to stop too.
For the first few second's after they'd stopped, Wonka hadn't even realized. He just kept giggling and squirming, until he looked up and noticed Lofty and Noodle, raising their eyebrows at him. Embarrassed, Wonka stood up and brushed his shirt - "Sorry about that".
Noodle chuckled, "Wow, that was really childish of you".
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