Heehhahahahahhahahahahahahahaah -wriggles around -
Hehehahahhahahahahahaha (got to go to bed night)
Bed? Seems like I'm not 'quite' in bed 'quite' yet. (It's late, so the redundancy can be forgiven, can't it?) *Jumps down from the rafters, noisily landing on a couch - to destroy it, it seems, from the noise and fluff flying everywhere* And, now I know your spots... 😉*A mischievous grin spreads across my face as I goose your sides* Coochie coo!
No? *Head tilts to the side as a puzzled expression draws my brows together and upward* Aww, but why na-aat? Don't you want to see what it'd feel like... Hmm? *My voice grows softer and higher as my short query continues, ending with a telling question, one brow raised, with that side of my lips curled up in response. Though my hands are swatted away, they wiggle in the air as I slowly draw near.* C'moonn. Just 'one' time, hmm? *I persist, my wiggling digits drawing closer*
*Hearing your empty threats I make a mock frown, drastically exaggerating* Awww. Is da big baddie gonna' show me just how horrible his facade of being a 'ler really iss? *I draw out my query, all said in a baby voice; my fingers constantly wiggling in the air, taking a sure step forward, slow and steady.*
Oh, I've seen how 'fearsome' a 'ler you can be, with an eager and willing 'lee, that is. But what about when you have to face someone who 'doesn't' have such a debilitating weakness? *An impish grin's firmly pasted on as I tease you further, taking a few quick steps further, then pausing; slower, then faster, varying my speeds, as my hands are always wiggling in the air.* Now, don't you just love the build up, too? The increasing anticipation as your mind draws vivid pictures of fingers dancing across your skin, sending your sensitive, oh-so-ticklish nerves afire, the ticklish inferno only increasing with each. And every. Stroke. Of. My. Fingers. *I accentuate the last words with a noted wiggle of my fingers: starting with my pinkies and working my way in.*
*My impish grin's hurting my face, it's been so long since I've smiled so wide (particularly because of 'this' reason 😉).* No stop? Please? Oh, you don't have to be so ingratiating. *I fan off your 'compliments' before quickly spurting forward, seeing how unsteady you've become on your feet. If you don't fall outright, I 'help' you to the ground, soundly sitting on your legs as I quickly make use of a pair of handcuffs.* I was going to do my best to tickle the snot out of you, anyway! You just made it 'that' much easier for me to formally 'introduce' you to this 'new' Tickle Fight Thread. :happy: *To help 'initiate', my fingers easily slip under your shirt, my fingers and short nails madly dancing about your bared middle.* Coochie coochie coo!
Gah! Ahahahaha stahahahahap hehehahaha *i laugh and twist my waist trying to get you off or avoid your fingers* nohohoho fairrrr hehehe