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Hellooo!! Can I join the Mischievious Prompt please? Hehehe... Can I request Lee Gallagher and Ler Adventurine (or who ever male lers you think will suit the plot other than MC), with the prompt "Wait, wait, wait-- Are you-- Ticklish?" Thank you so much in advance! Please no foot tickling hehehe

Mischievious Prompts [Still Open]

"Wait, wait, wait-- Are you ticklish?"

Gallagher chuckled at the disbelieving words, giving Siobhan a brief glance. The bartender herself simply snorted, shaking her head and moving further down the counter.

“I’m not helping you this time. I warned you…”

“Ahh… You wound me, but fair’s fair, I guess.”

With a slow sigh, Gallagher turned his attention back to his unlikely drinking buddy, who just seconds earlier had accidentally hit a nerve in his neck and gleaned some very inconvenient, if harmless, information. Aventurine held no remorse, smirking to himself as he eyed up the Bloodhound.

“Well, forgive me if I’ve overstepped, of course,” Aventurine offered coolly, despite the amused tremor under his voice; “I just didn’t expect someone like you to have such a weakness.”

“Weakness is an interesting choice of words. I prefer to call it a quirk. Besides, I’m sure Mr. Aventurine also has his fair share of… Quirks.”

Gallagher, experienced as he was, definitely noticed the very faint flush of Aventurine’s cheeks – but still, the blonde played it cool, laughing softly and propping his cheek against his hand.

“Oh? Care to make a wager on that, then?”

“Ah, I’m not a betting man,” Gallagher snorted back, waving a hand; “That’s your gig, and I’m happy with mine. But if you’d like me to prove my theory, well, that’d be a different story.”

“Geeze, you’re both unbearable,” Siobhan groaned, crossing her arms and glaring down at them; “There’s no one in here. Equal rights, equal fights; get on the floor and get this over with.”

Mr. Bigwig quickly whipped their head around, their tail wagging and summoning the attention of the rest of the Dreamjolt Troupe.

“A fight?! Siobhan’s letting them fight!”

“This’ll be good!”

“Tear him up, Mr. Gallagher!”

The two men glanced back towards the beasts, then exchanged a glance and shared a chuckle, rising from their stools. Gallagher stretched, cracking his knuckles.

“Well, it’d be a shame to disappoint our audience, now, wouldn’t it?”

“Indeed. Let’s dance; may the best man win.”