#Did you guys miss these idiot goobers... they'll be back soon

[ochrearia]

Tickle fight for the PoPr drabble ideas >:3c

In PoPr universe, so BF -> Keith, GF -> Cherry

Hysterical laughter was the first thing Pico heard coming back to the apartment. Immediately his skin prickled in a sense of playful danger, because there was only one thing that could be causing laughter as hard as that, and if he wasn’t careful, he would be its next target. If he didn’t want to be dragged into the mess, he could easily just not go into the room with the laughter until it was done. But also that was boring, and he really wanted to witness a hysterical Keith with his own eyes. So, putting his keys away and slipping off his shoes, he slinked down the hallway and peeked his head around the doorframe to be met with an adorably silly sight.

Keith was, in short, trapped. Belly to the bed, his face was stuck in an expression of complete mirth and ticklish anguish, fists pounding into the mattress as he screamed out his laughter. Keeping him trapped in his ‘torture’ was Cherry, sitting on top of his upper legs and grinning wickedly at the back of his head. Her devilish nails were dancing wildly over both of his sides, and her tail was wrapped around his ankles with her tail tip teasing meanly behind one of his knees. Pico shivered at the sight, butterflies starting to flutter in his belly because lord, that looked like it tickled like hell. The demoness was a wicked thing when she was hungry to hear his or the rapper’s laughter. Ruthless but still gentle. There was no telling what would’ve happened if he’d been home when the hunger struck. He almost felt bad for Keith.

Almost.

“Not so funny when it’s you, huh? Or, well, I guess it is really funny. You wouldn’t be able to stop laughing if you tried.” Pico said smugly, rounding the corner properly and entering the room.

“Fuck you- hah!” Keith shouted between his laughs, an unnamable shine swirling in the one eye he had open and trained on his boyfriend.

“Ah, he’s still defiant. You haven’t destroyed him enough yet. Go for the kill, Cherry, defend my honor.”

“Fu- wa-aha-wait!”

“On it, boss!” Cherry responded playfully, quickly releasing his legs and flipping him over from on his belly to on his back. Pushing his shirt all the way up, she gave him a few seconds to breathe before her nails touched down on the skin of his stomach- which also happened to be his death spot.

Keith, of course, lost his damn mind.

“Lower right side, right on the edge of his belly, gee it sure is such a shame that we figured this spot out, isn’t it?” Cherry teased wickedly, putting her nails to good use. “Oh, please, continue to laugh, such a wonderful, electric shade of indigo. Did I ever make mention that my synesthesia works with laughter? Ah, well, guess you know now!”

“That explains so much.” Pico snarked, having to raise the volume of his voice to be heard over Keith’s hysterics. “Always wondered why you seemed to get actually hungry to hear us laugh sometimes. I thought it was just because you were obsessed with the sound.”

“Both. Both ideas can exist at the same time and they do!” Cherry answered gleefully, very proud of herself. “Hmm… what do you think, Peeks? Think he’s had enough?”

Pico turned his gaze back to the trapped blue-haired boy, who was staring at him with such malicious intent that he knew he was going to be screwed no matter what he said. He’d already provoked him. Maybe if he was lucky Cherry would give him a ten second head start to escape into the other room before his fate caught up with him.

“No idea how long this was going on for before I got home, but he’s still breathing, so… give him a few more minutes.” Pico said finally, offering a wild grin full of mischief and nervous anticipation. “But I have a feeling I’m going to be made to eat my words the minute you let him go. Think you can give me a head start to flee before he’s on my ass?”

Cherry snorted out a laugh, continuing her evil scribbles. “I’m sure I can manage a few seconds for you… but know that I’d never pass up an opportunity to see your bright, aqua blue laughter for very long.”

“You’re so- snrk- DEAD!” Keith shrieked, still trying to escape to no avail, knowing that he’d be released in the next few minutes. He’d honestly been content to give Cherry what she wanted, but since Pico came home, his drive to be a menace was provoked into overdrive at his teasing words. Someone was going to pay, heavily.