[ Ah. The worst part of this is that Dokja is actually ticklish and so this is truly a fate worse than death.
An ungodly and very undignified half-shriek erupts from him once he's pinned to the ground and tickled. He tries to clamp his arms down against his sides and twist away, panic in his eyes as he kicks and squirms.
All the while tightly clenching his jaw so as not to make any more embarrassing sounds up until he he has to practically beg for this to end. ]
Cut it—ack! Out!
[ TRIES TO KICK ABEL. He can't use his arms lest he expose an opening. ]
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An ungodly and very undignified half-shriek erupts from him once he's pinned to the ground and tickled. He tries to clamp his arms down against his sides and twist away, panic in his eyes as he kicks and squirms.
All the while tightly clenching his jaw so as not to make any more embarrassing sounds up until he he has to practically beg for this to end. ]
Cut it—ack! Out!
[ TRIES TO KICK ABEL. He can't use his arms lest he expose an opening. ]
Get off of me! Stop!