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 Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 2:24 pm
"Honestly? Or are you just saying you will to get me to stop?" Coen asked, he lips still pressed against Jazz's stomach. "'Cause if it's the latter, the torture will get worse," he informed the mouse, tracing a circle around Jazz's belly button with the tip of his tongue.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 2:29 pm
He shivered, trying to cover his sensitive stomach, but was still wrought by giggles. Of course, it was the latter; he was merely saying it to get him to stop so he could stick his tongue out at him later. But, should he be honest and say that, or should he lie and say no? He thought on this a few moments, before putting his decision in one action; he stuck his tongue out at the lion again, trying to keep a straight face.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 2:36 pm
"Bold move, Mousie. But it'll be your last," he said, working to keep his face perfectly straight. Then he leaned over and started to give Jazz's tummy big sloppy grandma kisses, making a 'muah' noise with each one while he tickled the mouse's sides with his big hands.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 2:48 pm
"Do your worst!" He gasped out between peals of laughter. He continued trying to tickle Coen with his tail, along with covering his tummy, even though it didn't seem to be working too well yet.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 2:53 pm
Coen smirked and growled playfully, taking ahold of Jazz's wrists and holding them down by the mouse's sides so he could get to his tummy unhindered. First he rubbed his face against the rodent's stomach, making a motorboat noise. Then he started in with his tongue again, brushing it lightly over Jazz's sensitive skin.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:03 pm
He squirmed more, trying to get his hands free, before squealing again, laughing uncontrollably. He shut his eyes tightly, tears running down his cheeks again, and he gave up on tickling Coen. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last like that, however. "Okay, I give up, I promise! You win!" He managed to gasp somehow in between laughs, conceeding defeat to the lion.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:10 pm
"Alright. I'm gonna have a little mercy on you and stop. But I'm gonna hold you to your promise, Mousie. If you stick your tongue out at me again, I'll have to tie you up and torture you," he said, planting a little kiss just below Jazz's belly button for fun then straightening, letting the mouse up.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:13 pm
Wiping his eyes off a bit, he sat up and managed to stop giggling after a few moments. "Okay," he said, pretending to pout, which failed miserably and he ended up giggling. He then looked down at his tortured tummy to inspect the damage, wiping it carefully while giggling. "I'm gonna need a towel to dry myself off!" He teased, giggling again.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:20 pm
Coen chuckled and grabbed a washcloth off the counter by the sink and tossed it to Jazz. "Here you go, Mousie," he said then went to get a paper towel so he could wipe off his face when he realized his beard was soaked with spit. "Wow, torture is messy.."
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:27 pm
He was too busy inspecting his tummy to see the cloth in time, but did notice it when it landed on one of his ears. He giggled, taking it off, then began to dry off his stomach. While doing so, he looked up at the lion. "Why do you call me mousie, Coen?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:32 pm
Coen heard the giggle and turned to look, seeing the towel hanging from one of Jazz's ears. Suppressing a chuckle with the paper towel, he walked over to the table and leaned against it. "I dunno. At first it just sorta popped into my head. And now it seems appropriate, like it fits you. Why do you ask, Mousie?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:44 pm
He finished drying off his stomach and tossed the towel back at Coen, then reached up with a hand to stroke his ear where the towel was, making sure none of the fur had been displaced. "I don't know, I was just wonderin'. I like it. Do you like the nickname kitty cat?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:49 pm
Coen, not paying attention, caught the towel with the back of his head. "Ick," he whined while he peeled it off, then used a clean paper towel to wipe any slobber from his hair. At the mouse's next question, the big scary lion blushed and shrugged his shoulders, mumbling something unintelligible.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 4:03 pm
Giggling at the lion's reaction to the towel, Jazz trotted over to gently wrap his arms around the lion's neck. "I think you like being called Kitty cat," he giggled. "I like being called Mousie."
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 4:09 pm
Finding Jazz hanging on him once again, Coen blushed further, trying to avoid making eye contact. "But..but I'm a mean scary lion. A nickname like that would ruin my image," he complained, trying to make his voice gruff which was extremely difficult considering he had a cute little mousie hugging him.
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