: *Trying to swallow, still holding my breath, (unsuccessful) my fingers keep searching for those nerves with an express-pass to the ticklish parts of your brain. With a loud, quick gasp, my right hand juts out, latching onto your right wrist, pinned on top of your other arm. Still trying to keep my voice under control, my fingers skitter up the bare skin along your right side, my hand easily slipping under your shirt. Lobster-clawing your side whenever my flitting nerves seem to reach a 'particularly' sensitive nerve just aching to be exploited! Taking a few deeper breaths* Coochie coo, mister veggie! 😉
Don't worry, Sadi, like Carn said, it's usually easy to find people, even when you get buried. Plus it's not like we're going anywhere, you'll have to do something special to scare everyone off, haha. By the way, thanks again to you two, gotta appreciate the time spent on the details there!
*sneaks past Fun, hops the couch and lands beside Maj and Moose* howdy guys, miss me? And look at this, more popcorn! *grabs a small handful, skittering fingers over Maj's side with my free hand* You're so nice to me 🙂
Eh, breaks happen. I'm not the most attentive poster, either. Still, easy enough to find when you post last, regardless of a horde of one line posts.
*as you grab my right hand and restrain it over my left, I made a subtle but urgent attempt to wriggle my left hand free for retaliation, hopefully beyond your notice. Tickling fingers moving along my bare skin cause causes my eyes to momentarily widen in surprise, realizing that bridge has been crossed all too quickly. My gaze flits over your midriff as I contemplate how enjoyable it would be to retaliate… although as lobster clawing fingers explore my right side I'm forced to think of more immediate concerns. My body curls to my right, but I do my best to minimize my reactions, trying to show that no body part of mine is more sensitive than any other. No nerve requesting nor in need of your attentions. I appear to be doing a good job of containing myself, minus a few more tight lipped snickers… at least for the moment, as such control seems to be taking more and more focus.*
*Any attempts to free your hands through shrewd movements, with one hand baring down on both of yours, any modicum of movement either of your wrists make is loudly shouted, with my hand responding appropriately; my other wiggling even more frenetically over your one side, quivering though remaining still.* Aww, is da big baby tickwish? *I coo, inflecting the one word as my head quirks to the side, a wide, infectious grin on my face. My fingers quickly 'dance' up along your ribs, pinching and prodding, focussing all my attention on keeping your hands incapacitated... and drawing out that prized mirth.*