*Smirking at your swinging hips, an anxious squeak sounds out, immediately slipping my shirt down as you pull it up, a quick shriek sounding out as your finger still manages to slide around the rim of my button, my stomach sucking in as much as possible as a squeal's cut short, arms wrapping around my middle defensively. TAIL's help couldn't have come at a better time!
*Taking half a moment's pause, I quickly incapacitate your other hand, rolling my eyes as you accuse me of 'cheating' - from the completely random actions a TOTAL stranger suddenly decided to perform. Scoffing at your unsound accusation, rolling my eyes, one hand can't stop rubbing my middle, shooing away any 'lingering' - irritants.
*As you manage to stand up unaided by hands, a nostalgic memory of karate lessons flits through my mind, quickly following, finger still wiggling about around your belly button. This lasts for maybetwo-and-a-half seconds, as you 'conveniently' cut yourself free. Only my brain has time to grumble about 'men and knives', grumbling over your cutting comment that I have yet to "prove" such a fact, quickly backstepping, hands raised, as the rope is held.*
Now, now! No need to get crazy over anything, here-! Just, let me have my fun and lay down and play nice, *Arm tugs against the yank, already planning my next move as my body overreacts, my free hand quickly attacking your navel, fingers wiggling away around your belly, fingers dipping in to your belly button whenever possible.*
