Last week after lunch, I walked with my guy friend (same friend as my last story) to my next class. We were talking and going through our usual routine. When it was time to turn, we hugged like we normally do, and I lightly clawed my nails into his side. He yelped LOUDLY, in surprise, and a somewhat late reaction, and jumped out of my hands as I walked away. When I turned to look at him, he was hunched over, protecting his stomach, and laughing as he looked at me, still in shock. I grinned as he walked to his next class. During practice later that day, the nail on my index finger broke off, and started bleeding, and when I got home, I cut them all off short to match, and so I won't hurt anyone again. (long story. don't ask)
The next day, we were walking together to another class again, and he was sheepishly covering his left side with his hand. We were both laughing about it. He didn't seem to mind at all, surprisingly. He thought it was rather amusing, retelling the story and immitating the same sounds. I laughed and appologized (sorta 😛), and he says "yeah, your nails are sharp". I laughed, but then frowned as I looked down at my newly cut nails. "Not anymore." I said, clawing the air, showing him my fingers. Darnit!, I thought. When we got to the turn, we hugged again, this time, his hand over his side. I looked down, laughing at him, and clawed around it. He still jumped and laughed, but not as much as before... just give it a few weeks.
Upside? He's still paranoid. 😉
The next day, we were walking together to another class again, and he was sheepishly covering his left side with his hand. We were both laughing about it. He didn't seem to mind at all, surprisingly. He thought it was rather amusing, retelling the story and immitating the same sounds. I laughed and appologized (sorta 😛), and he says "yeah, your nails are sharp". I laughed, but then frowned as I looked down at my newly cut nails. "Not anymore." I said, clawing the air, showing him my fingers. Darnit!, I thought. When we got to the turn, we hugged again, this time, his hand over his side. I looked down, laughing at him, and clawed around it. He still jumped and laughed, but not as much as before... just give it a few weeks.
Upside? He's still paranoid. 😉
