It’s kind of hard not to find you adorable. You blushed as well, suddenly finding the hem of your shirt very interesting. The little you could see of his cheeks were immediately dusted with a bright pink, a shocked look crossing his features. I can’t help but smile when I look at you, I guess.” “Hmm? What are you giving me that look for?” He seemed to notice this and tilted his head. You moved up and laid next to him, smiling at him. He laid back in the grass, giggling with a goofy grin on his face.
You blew a couple more, ending with a kiss, before you pulled his shirt back down. He gave you a quizzical look, but it soon changed to one of hysteria as you blew a raspberry onto his tummy. You filed away this information for later use, before you lowered your face to his stomach. He slowly lifted the shirt, exposing his belly.Ĭuriosity got the better of you, and you reached out and rubbed it experimentally.īalan all but purred, closing his eyes, his smile growing more relaxed. I will need you to lift your shirt, though.” “Well, there is one my parents used to pull on me all the time. You thought for a moment, before you smiled. “It was fun! Are there any other tickling methods?” “Wonderful? Balan, you like being tickled?” “I can still feel the tickling… Oh, it was wonderful!” He gasped and panted for a moment, before giggling a bit. You realized he was starting to wheeze so you immediately let up. He was cute, wasn’t he? When you first met him, you were frightened by his height and his smile, but now that you had him at your mercy, giggling and squeaking, you had to admit, he was adorable. You blushed as soon as the words left your mouth. You giggled, and decided a little teasing was in order. Immediately he squealed, accidentally trapping your fingers there. His legs seemed to give out on their own, making him land on his knees, giving you even more access. You scratched at his tummy and kneaded his waist, watching as he devolved into a giggling mess. Instead, the tickle monster in you was unleashed. You almost stopped, in awe of his adorable laughter. When he was silent, you struck, squeezing and tweaking his sides. You laid your hands on his sides, giving him one last glance. You noticed this and stopped for a moment, giving him a concerned look. He squirmed a bit, the smile on his face growing the slightest bit tense. You put the Tim down and walked over to Balan, wiggling your fingers at him. You couldn’t help but laugh at the look of concentration on the maestro’s face. He spidered his fingers along his side for a moment before frowning. He shook his head, before a lightbulb seemed to go off in his head. I don’t really understand it, but I would like to. “Well, you were playing with the Tims when you started giggling. He looked a bit embarrassed, playing with one of his dreads. You nearly dropped the Tim you were holding, whipping around to find Balan with his hands raised.
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