The Official Tickle Fight Thread

[Carnivore]

*sits up* Oh? And you have a way of entertaining us, Dov?

 

[Dovalys]

I might do, it would depend on a few things I suppose *leans over the back of the couch to wriggle a nail into his side experimentally*

 

[Carnivore]

Hehey, quihihit that! *twitches to one side, turning around to face Dov*

 

[Dovalys]

*grins, leaning arms on the back of the couch* well that answers that question, you a little sensitive Carny?

 

[Carnivore]

I wouldn't say that... what about you? *reaches up to scritch a finger under her arm, stroking lightly and watching her reaction*

 

[Dovalys]

Ack. *twists away from finger, smothering giggles* I really think you are you know, more so than I could possibly be anyway *reaches down to squeeze his lower ribs*

 

[Carnivore]

*twitches, but stifles any laughter* Is that so? Are you sure its not the other way around? *reaches out with both hands, scritching under both of Dov's arms in quick little motions*

 

[Dovalys]

*fights to keep arms from clamping back down to sides, but twists trying to dislodge the fingers* P-Positive, couldn't be th-thehehe other way around *Skitters fingers across his belly, in spider-like movements*

 

[Carnivore]

No? I dohohon't believe yohohohohou.... *tries to suck in my stomach away from her fingers, cursing the fact that she's behind the couch, stretches out to claw her sides, gently pinching down her ribs*

 

[Dovalys]

*jerks and twists away from fingers* Gaha. Cuhuhut thahahat ouhohout *uses to back of the couch as a shield, pulling right hand back to bat at his hands whilst worming left hand under his shirt to claw at belly*

 

[Carnivore]

Ack! Ahaha, why shohould I? *squirms to my left, trying to bat her hand out from under my shirt. My left hand reaches up and lightly tickles her neck, looking for what opportunities I can*

 

[Dovalys]

*shakes head and scrunches shoulders but stifles giggles* Because I said so *uses respite to reach other hand down to wriggle under his arm, left hand finding his navel and dipping a nail into it*

 

[Carnivore]

That's not a goohohoohohohod reason hehehe! *unable to find an opening, clamps my arms down and rolls off the couch onto the floor, rubbing away the lingering tickles*

 

[Dovalys]

*snickers and leans on the back of the couch again, eying the distance between them* It worked didn't it? 😛

 

[Carnivore]

It wouldn't have if you didn't have that couch back to protect you! *sits up, slowly scooting around the couch, eying Dov the whole while*

 

[Dovalys]

Details, details *circles couch similarly, keeping it in between them* I still think it's because you're far more, ah, sensitive than I am

 

[Carnivore]

*stands up, narrowing my eyes at her, but grinning involuntarily at her emphasis* Well, there's only one way to find out, Dov...

 

[Dovalys]

My vote is on just accepting it as truth and you giving in to the inevitable *smirks slightly* after all, you were quick to escape before, hmm?

 

[Carnivore]

Like I said, Dov. Take away any protection, and I'd say you're the one at a disadvantage. Care to step away from the couch and find out? *Takes a step to one side, offering a way around the couch, keeping an eye on her*

 

[Dovalys]

*narrows eyes* erm, really not necessary, I'm alright without finding out actually :stickout

 

[Carnivore]

Oh no, I insist. Where's your curiosity? *takes a step forward and stands on the couch, looking down at Dov, my fingers twitching expectantly*

 

[Dovalys]

Oh don't you worry, My curiosity is fine, in fact I'm curious as to whether those feet of yours are as ticklish as the rest of you *steps back from couch, keeping out of reach*

 

[Carnivore]

You're more than welcome to make the attempt... *hops over the couch, now facing Dov, just out of arms reach* I'm curious myself... I wonder if I managed to wriggle a hand under your shirt, would I get a good reaction?

 

[Dovalys]

*shudders involuntarily* Nope, not at all actually, horrible shame *eyes distance and plots ways of getting to his feet* Hmm...

 

[Carnivore]

Oh, then I guess you won't mind, then? *darts forward, managing to get my hands under your shirt, skittering over your waist and lower belly, stroking the soft skin with my fingertips*