AYOOO WHATTTTT DHAKDHJWJDHJ BROOO LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT THE LITTLE GUY AAAGAJRGWJBF I AM SO JELLY HES SOOO

AYOOO WHATTTTT DHAKDHJWJDHJ ✨✨✨ BROOO LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT THE LITTLE GUY AAAGAJRGWJBF I AM SO JELLY HE’S SOOO CUUUUUTEEEE ✨✨😍😍😍🥺🥺❤️💙💜 🙌🏻

I have him in plush form now and I’m going insane.

He is not safe from me I HAVE THE SILLY!!! Guys what should I do with him like should I take him out for a picnic or throw him into the wall /affectionate

Or do I submit to the voices and wiggle a finger on his tumby I AM SO INSANE

500 Follower Boop Booth: Day 1

Looks like Grayson got caught red handed logging into Miguel’s computer to play cool math games. How could they!

Reblogging this Demon Slayer gem for today: Squeal✨ (*^^*)

TKTober Day 3: Shriek

@august-anon

“Wow, Zenitsu. I had no idea you were this ticklish! You weren’t kidding!”

“I-I tahahahold youhoohoo!! N-Now staaahahahahap!!”

“Wait, just let me try oneee more spot. How about..here?”

“Wha-AAAAHAHAHAHAAHAAA!! NO PLEAHAHAHAHEASE! NOT THEHEHEHERE!!”

“Whoa! Looks like you’re even more ticklish here, Zenitsu! Noted!” 😁

Yee just started binging the first season of DemOn SlAyer annnd yis I couldn’t help it! 😚 You can view this as a platonic pair or ship 🙌

DAY 9: Lie ˚✧₊⁎・⁎⁺˳✧༚ (Marvel)

TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by @august-anon

Lee!Peter 3

Ler!Doc Ock

Words: 2,400

Summary: Spider-Man’s snarky quips have always helped him out of intense situations. Except when one particular Spider-Man (Peter 3) quickly realizes that his iconic quips aren’t enough to hide the silly weakness he “totally doesn’t have” from a certain eight-limbed, but surprisingly playful, scientist.

Peter 3 hummed to himself as he dangled upside down on one of the infamous actuators of Doctor Octavius. He never thought he’d be casually sitting in the same room with the once notorious villain from Peter 2’s universe.

The three Spider brothers had decided to hang out together earlier that day in the oldest Peter’s world. Except, Peter 2 had forgotten that he had to help assist Otto in the lab that same day.

“Aw don’t tell me you’re secretly helping him build another doomsday machine,” Peter 3 had joked.

The oldest rolled his eyes. “Relax. He’s dropped out of the villain gig for good. I was only supposed to help him sort and organize stuff around the lab, that’s all.”

The youngest Peter pouted. “Awww so what does that mean? You won’t be able to hang out today?”

Peter 2 was about to say something when the younger spiders both gave him their best puppy dog eyes stare. He grimaced. He could never deny his little bros with those looks. “Okay, look,” he finally said with a sigh. “Even though I’m supposed to help Otto today, I guess…you guys can…tag along too? As long as you don’t break anything, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind your guys’ company.”

“Alright!” The younger brothers cheered. “Let’s go!”

Things went smoothly upon arrival. Doctor Octavius was a bit surprised that all three Peter Parkers showed up, but he didn’t mind. While he and his Peter worked away at sorting through cabinets and desk drawers, the doctor let the younger Peters play around with his metal tentacles to keep them occupied.

Peter 1 was having a blast; swinging and dangling from the actuators, and letting them hold and lift him up.

Peter 3, however, wasn’t exactly having the same amount of fun. He simply sat down on a nearby swivel chair, pretending to be occupied with his web shooters. He was still a little unnerved about Doctor Octavius.

Okay, he had to admit, those artificially intelligent metal arms of his were really cool in a way. But they still seemed kind of…scary? Intimidating? The way those pointy claws curled and snapped shut, and the fact that were intelligent with a mind of their own that used to take control of their maker’s mind. Shudder.

It wasn’t until Peter 2 announced for a coffee break, that got the younger Spider bros’ attention.

“I’m just going to grab a couple coffees from Starbucks for us,” he said while grabbing his coat. “Anyone want anything from there?”

“Oooh! Oooh!” Peter 1 frantically waved from his upside down position on the actuators. “I’ll take a mango dragonfruit lemonade! Make it a venti!”

“Got it. Peter 3? You want anything?”

Said Peter hummed in thought. “Umm…a mocha cookie crumble for me. Make mine a venti, too.”

Peter 2 nodded. “Got it.”

The youngest spider chirped. “Wait! Can I come with you? You might need an extra pair of hands to carry all the drinks, heh.”

“Good thinking, little bro.”

“Awesome! Okay, uhh…can you guys let me go?” Peter 1 sheepishly asked the clingy actuators. They whirred understandingly and set him down, and all took a turn to give him a quick hair ruffle.

“You guys need me to come, too?” Peter 3 asked, getting up from his spot.

“Actually…” said the oldest. “Peter 1 and I can handle it. Thanks, though. In the meantime, you can hang back here in the lab. We won’t be long.”

“You can chill out here with Doc’s cool arms!” Peter 1 chirped. “They’re really fun to be around. Super clingy, too, but affectionate.”

“Oh. Okay then…” the middle brother eyed the mechanical arms wearily from the corner of his eye.

Peter 2 wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Hey, I know what you’re thinking. There’s no need to be afraid or intimidated by him. It’s all good now. I know you don’t know Doc as well as I do or even like Peter 1 has gotten to lately, but this is a chance to get to know him, too. Oh, and don’t be scared about those metal arms of his. They won’t bite.”

Peter 3 rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, whatever. Just go get my coffee already. I need my caffeine!”

“Relax, bossy,” the oldest said with a poke to the middle’s ribs. “We’ll be back in a little bit.”

Peter 3 flinched and bit back a smile. It got super quiet in the lab now that the other two left. It was a little too quiet for Peter 3.

Doc Ock noticed how uneasy the middle Peter looked. He gave a little sigh. He must still be intimidated by me. He couldn’t blame the young Spider-Man. He knew he must’ve always looked intimidating to anyone who came across him.

But still, he didn’t want the young Parker to be afraid of him forever. Maybe his Peter’s suggestion earlier about leaving the two of them alone wasn’t such a great idea after all.

Then one of his nearby actuators chirped. Oh, yes. I almost forgot about that. Let’s just hope that what my Peter says about him is indeed true.

The scientist cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence. “Y’know, you can have a look around my laboratory if you’d like. You don’t have to be confined to one spot.”

Peter 3 nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Octavius shyly extended a metal tentacle towards him. “Would you…like to have a seat?” I know your other counterparts really enjoy it. Especially the littlest Peter.”

The middle Spidey hesitated or a moment. “Well…okay.” He climbed on top of the extended actuator. It suddenly lifted him up high off the ground. “W-Whoa! What the heck?!”

Doc Ock had to bite back a smile. “Sorry. Too high?” The actuator lowered. “That better?”

Peter 3 nodded. Feeling a little more relaxed, he let himself instinctively dangle upside down from the metal arm. Huh…he had to admit, this was nice. “Yeah. Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. Sometimes I forget those metal arms of yours have a mind of their own.”

The scientists hummed in agreement. “They can be quite a handful sometimes. But in reality, it’s like having four puppies attached to my back at all times.”

As if on cue, the other actuators slithered over to Peter 3, chirping curiously as they closed in. Peter 3 shrunk back a little. “W-Whoa uhm…they aren’t—they aren’t gonna like, attack me or anything, right?”

“Relax, they don’t bite.” Otto paused. “On second thought, technically they do, but you’ll get used to it.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Easy now, Peter,” Otto chuckled. “Before you get alarmed, I must ask…are you ticklish by any chance?”

Peter 3 could feel his cheeks grow warm in an instant. The question caught him so off guard, and already made butterflies fill his belly. “U-Uhhaahm…” he laughed awkwardly, averting his gaze. “Um…n-no..?”

“Hm. Your hesitance and the color of your cheeks says otherwise.”

Peter 3 awkwardly rubbed at his face, as if that would wipe away his blush. “W-Well I’m not hesitating. So…yeah. A-And I’m not ticklish, either.” He scoffed. “I mean, why would I be, right? That’s just not something that really works on me, y’know?”

Otto nodded. “I know, Peter. Which is why I’m gonna do this.”

Peter 3 suddenly squeaked like a mouse as he felt a jab to his side. “AaHHEAA!” Another squeeze, this time to his other side. The culprit? Two sneaky actuators. “Whoa, hey, d-don’t get any ideHAA! HaHAHeheheyyy! Nohohoho!” This time, both curious actuators simultaneously nuzzled against Peter 3’s sides.

The tallest Spidey was starting to lose his balance so he hopped off the metal tentacle. But as soon as he touched the ground, all four actuators surrounded and hovered over Peter 3, their claws teasingly pinching and wiggling in the air just above him.

Peter 3 squeaked and curled in on himself. His arms wrapped around his torso protectively. Air tickles always drove him crazy! It made his spider tingle go off over and over, which made the fuzzy feeling of anticipation even worse!

“Oh, and another thing, Peter,” Doc Ock’s voice cut in. “Your other two partners in crime explained to me how you’re still hesitant to be around me. I don’t blame you, boy. I now I can look very intimidating, but you don’t have to be afraid of me. I can be very fun to be around with, y’know!” He smiled over the sound of the tall Spidey’s cackles.

Peter 3 couldn’t answer properly with his mad giggling and squeaking. He couldn’t believe how teasy and casual the scientist was being! Okay, maybe his other spider bros were right about one thing: maybe he didn’t have to be intimidated by Doc Ock anymore.

But still, he couldn’t shake off the feeling like he had been set up. His question was immediately answered.

“I was also told by my Peter that the best way I could warm up to you was through silly play like this,” the scientist emphasized his point by having two metal arms squeeze at the boy’s ribs. “Since you love to play round and laugh. His words, not mine.”

“WhaHAAAhat?! I-I knew you guhuhuys were uhuhup to somethiHHEEE!! Something eheeHEE—evil when you were tahahahalking!”

“Why, I did no such thing,” Otto innocently answered. “I’m simply trying to show you how friendly and warm I can be. You, on the other hand, have brought this upon yourself by lying to me!”

“WhahAHAt?! I nehehever lied!”

“Mhm, did so. You lied about being ticklish, and I will not tolerate any liars in my lab!”

“B-Buhuhut I wahahasn’t lying! I-I swear!”

“Then lift your arms up.”

“W-Whahahat?!!”

“You heard me. Lift your arms up. If you aren’t ticklish like you say, then clearly this shouldn’t affect you, right?”

“Riiiihihight?”

“Well, then go ahead.”

Being ever so stubborn, Peter shook his head and wrapped his arms even tighter around his torso. “Noho wahahay! I knhohohow what you’re gonna do!”

Otto couldn’t help but laugh at the flustered Spider-Man. “Good lord, you must be extremely ticklish to be this jumpy and giggly.”

“I-I aham nahahahat!”

“Another lie right there! That’s it, now you’re going to get it!”

The four actuators descended onto Peter 3, two grabbing his wrists, making him screech. “NAAAAHAHAHAO PLEASE!”

The scientist actually jumped back at he sudden reaction and quirked a brow. “Too much? I’m sorry, I’ll tone it down if you’re too overwhelmed by this.”

The metal tentacles pulled away like nothing had happened. Otto stole a quick glance at Peter 3, and was sure his heart was going to melt at the sudden look of shock and disappointment on his face.

Was he…pouting?

“Something on your mind?” The doctor asked with a soft grin.

“U-Uhmm….I-I hhhmmffhh…” the flustered Spider-Man averted his gaze and fumbled with his hoodie sleeves. “Y-You don’t—you didn’t have to…necessarily stop…”

“Oh? Is that my cue to keep going?” The metal tentacles were back, pinching the air above Peter 3’s sides.

“W-Whoa! Watch ihihit with those thihihings! A-And what? Keep going?” Peter’s 3’s face flushed as red as a cherry. “You couuuuld if you wanted to…” His lips suddenly curled into a cheeky smile. “But you’re wasting your time ‘cause I’m not even ticklish!” He stuck his tongue out and made a run for it as soon as the actuators descended on him again.

Otto shook his head with a smile at the Spider-Man’s cheekiness. His Peter warned him about how stubborn Peter 3 could be when admitting something like being ticklish. But he also said that was just Peter 3’s silent way of asking for more tickles or to keep going as he always provoked the other person instead of asking for it; he was just too shy to ask the dreaded question.

Otto had his metal tentacles make a grab for him again, resulting in Peter dashing for the door. He, of course, didn’t make it and was once again grabbed and pinned by the actuators. “What is with you lying to my face? You’re literally giggling and squirming already and I haven’t laid a finger on you!”

Peter 3 just shook his head, sputtering more giggles as his blush darkened and reached the tips of his ears. “I-Ihihit’s your freaheeheeheaky arms! Make them stohohop thahat!”

The older scientist was confused at first, but quickly caught on when he saw his actuators hovering over the boy’s body, the claws teasingly wiggling and slowly lowering and pulling away at the last second. “Ohhh I see. You can’t stand anticipating tickles, can you?”

Peter 3 stuck his tongue out in response.

“My goodness, you just have quite the attitude today. I’m guessing you don’t want me to go easy on you then. For that extra lie, you’re getting all four actuators!”

“W-Wait huh? What does that me—HEEEEEEheahaHAAAAAhaha!!” Peter 3 didn’t have the time to finish his sentence because all four metal tentacles attacked him at once. One was squeezing at his ribs, another shoved under his arm, another scribbled at his belly, and the last one was trying to get at his kicking feet.

Despite not being restrained at all, Peter 3 made no real attempt to get away. He just laid there on the floor, squirming like a worm on a hot sidewalk, and cackling like a hyena.

“AaaHAAAAhahaeheAAAAheeHEEEEEEHEE!! HeeheHEEEEheHAAAAhaha!!”

“Interestingly enough, you’re not making much attempt to get away. I don’t even have to hold you down with my extra arms!”

“ShsHDHSHshuhuhut uhUHUP!! AAAAAHH! Wahahahait!! NAAAAAAHAHAHAO!! EEEEEEK!!”

“Oh? Is this a bad rib of yours?”

“YEHEHEHES!!” Peter 3 shook his head madly. “T-Thahahat one’s off limits—NAAAAAAHAHAAA!! N-Not there EHEEEHEHEEE—either!!”

Octavius shook his head with a chuckle. “Is there any part of you that isn’t ticklish?”

“I-I d-HAAAAAAHAHAA don’t knoHOHOW!! *snort*”

“Dihihid you just snort?!”

“N-NOHOHO—*snort!*”

Unbeknownst to them, two figures were watching the playful spectacle from the slightly ajar door.

Peter 1 giggled behind his hand. “Peter 3 does sound like a hyena!”

Peter 2 lightly shushed him. “He sure does. I’m just glad Otto took my advice after all when we left. Well played with you too, little brother; tagging along with me to get those two alone.” He ruffled the younger spider’s hair.

Peter 1 squeaked happily at the touch. “Hey, you don’t think Peter 3 will get mad at us for doing this to him on purpose, do you?”

“Nah,” Peter 2 shook his head. “You know how much he secretly loves to be tickled. Besides, this way he won’t be afraid of Doctor Octavius anymore just like we all once were. Despite the scary metal arms, he really does have a soft playful side.”

THE END (*´꒳`*)

DAY 7: Flustered˚✧₊*｡⁎⁺˳✧༚ (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by @august-anon

Lee!OC (Tarquin)

Ler!OC (Via)

A/N: Tarquin is NOT my OC; he belongs to my bestie ✌🏻 However, Via is my OC and therefore belongs to ME! <3 Also, our OCs are in fact a couple, we made that canon together ;3

Sweetie pie golden retriever Jedi easily flustered over his scary Imperial agent void cat girlfriend tickling him? KRIFF YEAH✨💞

DAY 6: Chase ˚✧₊⁎°.⁎⁺༚ (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by @august-anon

A/N: These are NOT my OCs! All credits go to my bestie on Insta, who is the rightful creator of these mentioned characters (Arlo, Vale, & Tarquin) and has let me use them for this prompt. Adorable father-son fluff ahead! (Additionally, the Inquisitor character that gets mentioned here belongs to ME. She’s my OC.)

Lee!OC (Arlo)

Ler!OC (Vale)

Words: 1,800

Summary: A certain little clone cadet decided to prank his surrogate father, not realizing the ticklish consequences that he’d have to endure right after.

“Aaaah!”

“Arlo, get back here!”

“No wahahay! I know what you’re going to do!”

“Then stop running!”

“Nohoho!”

This playful goose chase had been going on for the past twenty minutes. Commander Vale was starting to feel exhausted, but he still had a mischievous clone kid to catch.

Earlier that day, Vale’s adopted clone trooper son, Arlo, kept begging him to do something fun with him as he was bored. Vale tried to assure Arlo that he would have time for fun later as he still had a bunch of “boring adult data pads” to fill out. But Arlo was impatient. He had been itching to spend some quality time together with his surrogate father ever since his dad’s team came back from another long mission fighting the scary Sith Lord Inquisitor he heard the other troopers talk about.

But that always made Arlo confused because he could’ve sworn he heard his father sigh fondly at the Inquisitor’s profile picture on the monitors. And the way he sometimes talked about her to his Jedi best friend, Tarquin, it almost sounded like he…liked her?

Whatever the kriff Vale had going on with that Sith Lord was none of his business. All Arlo cared about was catching up with his space papa, and hopefully getting to do something fun with him.

But when all his pouting, whining, and even fake tears didn’t work, Arlo huffed to himself. How was he supposed to feel like he had a dad if Vale could never have time for him anymore?

As Arlo paced around the Rebellion base, looking for something to do, a rare streak of mischief suddenly struck him. It orbited around his head like a TIE fighter, the way all great ideas do. Certainly this particular playful idea wouldn’t go unnoticed by Vale.

And so, here was where the cheeky little clone was at; currently being chased by his not-so-pleased father. Arlo decided it would be hilarious to not only snag his papa’s com link and impersonate him on the team’s channel, but to also decorate his helmet with stick on googly eyes and glittery stickers.

The wild goose chase continued; Arlo hopping over tables and any other obstacles while Vale was starting to lose his breath at this point. How in the Galaxy was this kid able to outrun him with all of Vale’s experience chasing opponents and being chased by enemies that were much bigger than him? Being out-runned by a small clone trooper kid wasn’t the best look for his reputation.

If this kid is going to tire me out by having me chase him all day, then I better tire him out first! Vale thought. But how? Every breathless threat he threw at him just made Arlo giggle more. Obviously, he wasn’t going to take him seriously in this position. Unless…

Arlo skidded to a stop, laughing at his breathless panting father yards behind him. “Haha! You can’t even keep up!”

“Maybe…not…right now, but…in a few seconds…you won’t be able to run anymore.”

“Huh?” Arlo tilted his head like a curious tooka. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means…” Vale slowly lifted his head, revealing the devilish grin. He flexed his fingers, wiggling them like claws. “You have ten seconds to run before I catch you! And if I do catch you, then…” he wiggled his fingers again.

That was Arlo’s cue to take off running again. Except this time, he wasn’t running as fast or feeling so confident anymore. He knew that look, far too well. He should’ve expected Vale to resort to that for his prank. But did he really want to get away that badly? Maybe. But maybe not too much?

“…Then stop running!”

“Nohoho!”

“Arlo!”

“Get awahahay! I know what you’re going to do!”

“Then why are you still running?”

“‘Cause you keep chahahasing me!”

A couple times, Vale almost succeeded in grabbing the smaller clone, but he purposely let him slip past his hands at the last second to keep the game going. He had to admit, he didn’t want this playful moment to end so quickly. The work he needed to finish on the data pad was important, but not as important as this right now.

After a few more turns, Arlo hit a dead end. He frantically whipped around, but his only exit escape was blocked by Vale. He was trapped.

As a last resort, he shakily held out his hands in defense as Vale cornered him. Vale raised an eyebrow. “You really think that’s going to stop me?”

Arlo giggled nervously. “Mahahaybe?”

Vale just shook his head and made a grab for the small boy. Arlo shrieked as he was hoisted up and tossed over Vale’s shoulder. He kicked his legs and pounded his little fists against Vale’s back. “Puhut me dohohown!”

“Oh sure, I’ll put you down,” Vale said, entering his own quarters. He dumped Arlo unceremoniously onto the bed. “All right, spill it.”

“W-Whahat?” Arlo sat up.

“What’s this wild chase really about, hm? You don’t usually pull these kinds of shenanigans unless you’re with your teammates—which you aren’t right now. So what’s up?”

Arlo fell quiet. “Well…I don’t know.”

“C’mon, try me.”

The little clone sighed. “Okay…I guess because I just wanted to spend time with you. Y’know, fun time like we used to do. I know you have your missions and other teammates to think about, but you always had time for me in the end. And um…” he twiddled his fingers, voice getting soft. “Now that you seem to be fangirlingover that Sith Inquisitor lately…you always seem too busy for me.”

Vale could feel his cheeks suddenly grow warm. He rubbed at his neck, trying to mask his awkwardness with a cough. “Arlo, listen. I’m not ‘fangirling’ if that’s what you’re thinking. She’s a Sith Lord. It’s my job to track her down whenever she tries to spread her Galactic Empire disease on other planets.”

Arlo huffed. “You stare at her profile picture every time on the monitors! And I’ve heard you tell Tarquin about that ‘sparkly look in her eyes’ she gives you. What’s that even about?”

Vale rubbed his temples. He had to start locking the doors to keep his nosy kid from eavesdropping. “Ugh, Arlo…that’s none of your concern right now. And in the future, I’d appreciate it if you don’t eavesdrop on things you don’t understand at this age. But back to you. You really think because of my missions, I’m not going to spend time with you anymore?”

Arlo shrugged. Vale’s gaze saddened. He pulled the smaller clone into his lap for a hug. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, alright kiddo? No matter how messed up the galaxy gets or whatever missions I get called for, I’ll never ever forget you. You’re my ad’ika. Nothing could ever be as important as you, son.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. Cross my heart, and hope to fly, stick a lightsaber in my eye.”

They touched foreheads, enjoying the warm snuggly embrace in silence. Until Vale broke that silence. “You know, I still have to get you back for those pranks, right?”

Arlo’s eyes widened. “W-What?! No you don’t!”

“Oh, yes I do.” Vale’s grip on him tightened.

“C’mon! I thought we just talked it out!”

“Oh, we did. But a stunt like that towards me does not go unpunished!”

“Nohoho!” Arlo managed to wriggle out of Vale’s grip, and made a mad dash to the door. He would’ve made it out if Vale hadn’t leaped forward and grabbed his ankles, dragging him back into the room. Arlo desperately tried to claw his way out as he was dragged backwards, like someone in a horror movie fighting for their life against some horrible monster or creature.

He shrieked as he was tossed onto the bed again. Vale didn’t waste anymore time and dug his fingers into his kid’s sides.

Arlo squealed. “EeeEEEEEHEEheheee! No! Nohoho! Nohohot fair!”

“What, would you rather have me move up…here?” Vale moved his hands higher to tase at the smaller clone’s ribs. “This better?”

“AAAAHEeeheeAAAhahahaaaa!! Ihihit’s nAAAhat! Thahahat’s soho much wo—HAAAHA—worse!!”

This wasn’t anything like the usual gentle playful tickles Vale gave him. Like the soft pokes to the side whenever Arlo was getting frustrated at target shooting practice, or the playful scribbles to his stomach or feet to get him to go to bed. No, this was a whole other level of intensity!

Vale kept clawing at his rib cage, making sure to scratch in between each bone and even knead at his back ribs. It was just maddening.

“NAAAAHEEAAAHahaaahaAAAA!! N-Nohoho wait!! Wa—HEEEAAAAHAHA!! WaHAHAHAIT!! HeheHEEAAAHEEEEHEE!! NAHAHAHO!! EEEEEEEHEEHEEEEE!!”

It couldn’t possibly get any worse than this, right?

Apparently, it could. Because Vale suddenly switched tactics, shoving one hand under Arlo’s arm and forming a claw with his other hand, vibrating it right into his tummy.

Arlo arched his back with a loud squeal-screech.

“HEEEEAAAAAHEAHAAAAAHAAA!! NAHAHAHAAAAAA!! V-VALE!! VAHAAAALE!! NAHAHAHAO!! That’s….that’s—EEEEEK!! EEEEEEHAAAAAHEEEEHEEHEHEEE!!”

“Hm? It’s what?” Vale innocently asked, as if he wasn’t physically torturing his kid right now. Instead of letting him answer, Vale finished it off by shoving the boy’s shirt up, and blowing a long fat raspberry directly against his belly button.

Arlo screamed. “NAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAEEEEEAAAAA!!” He frantically kicked his legs out and started instinctively pulling on his dad’s hair.

Vale lifted his head, wincing. “Ow! Ow! Okay, heh, I think you’ve had enough for one night. Can you let go now?”

Arlo let his arms collapse against the bed as he panted heavily. “You…that was…that was torture..!”

Vale grinned, ruffling the clone boy’s hair. “Consider it a lesson of what happens when you prank your commanding officer. And, also remembering how much I love you, ad’ika. I love you more than all the stars in the galaxy.”

Arlo felt his heart soar. He happily glomped Vale in a soft tackle hug. “I love you too, Dad! More than all the blue milk and Mantel Mix in the entire galaxy!”

Vale chuckled and squeezed him a little tighter. “Now then, let’s get you to bed. I bet you must pretty tired after all that running and laughing.”

Arlo tapped his chin in thought. “Actually…I’m not. ‘Cause you got me thinking about blue milk and Mantel Mix now!”

Vale rolled his eyes. “Ohhh no, you are not eating either of that stuff right now.”

“Aww why not?”

“Why no—because if you eat any Mantel Mix or blue milk, you’re going to be hyper for the next couple hours and you need to sleep.”

“Hmph…what if I just have half a cup of blue milk and just a handful of Mantel Mix?” The boy gave pleading eyes that rivaled a tooka’s.

“No, Arlo!”

“Hey, don’t we keep some in the lounge room?”

“Arlo…”

“I remember now! You and Tarquin hide it in the very back of the cupboards!”

“Arlo!”

The small clone simply stuck his tongue out and raced out of the room, giggling, “Can’t stop me now!”

Vale shook his head with a sigh and a smile. He got up and ran after his boy. Looks like he was going to have to give him an extra long tickling to fully tire him out tonight.

…And find a new hiding place for the blue milk and Mantel Mix.

THE END (*´꒳`*) ♡