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 Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 4:14 pm
"I... I suppose I couldn't really know. But-- it seems like it's a memory that almost painful to remember. I know how that feels," Shee offered up plaintively. That was a pretty lame response; she couldn't lie to herself and say otherwise.
Her voice flitted to indignation once again has she heard the familiar 'younger sister' come from Einar's mouth. "That seems to be my role at LOTUS... everyone's younger sister. Just don't go and be like Wraith! I don't think I could handle that." She resisted the pout that tugged yet again at her lips... she'd been sulking too much today. "Friends is good. I like friends."
She giggled as he continued. "Forget? I couldn't forget you now if I tried. You're... not really like anyone else I've met, Einar. So... I can't think of a good word for it. When I do, I'll let you know." She frowned as he eyes rolled up to look at his hand, awkwardly suspended in the space above her head. She knew what he was trying to do. She sighed, resigned to the familiar gesture. "If you want to do something, just go ahead and do it."
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 5:54 pm
"Well then, I'll take that as an okay."
Einar lifted his hand back away from where it had hovered over Shee's head and brought it down quickly in a swinging motion, stopping mere inches away from her cheek before he placed a few fingertips gently against her skin. He pressed them gently before moving them into a pinch, a small affectionate motion.
"There you go, another kiss on the cheek. Tomorrow you'll have a little bruise to help remember me by too, right?"
He did it again, teasing her and being generally mean. Einar couldn't help it though, it was like she was setting herself up to be an easy target for his little pranks. Being an only child had never let him experience the joys of sibling torture.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 9:33 am
Shee uttered a small cry of protest as Einar pinched her... again.
"Hey! Alright, that's something you can never do again!" Putting a hand up to her cheek, she glowered at Einar.
"I won't have any bruise tomorrow. But you will!" And with those fighting words, she launched herself full-force at Einar's midsection.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 6:11 pm
Einar grunted as he took the blow to his midsection, both unwilling and unable to dodge in time from Shee's sudden charge. He knew if he moved it would have ended badly for both of them, what with Shee getting hurt and probably taking it out on him, so to just take the impact was what he did.
It made him move back a few feet before he decided to actually crumple backwards, not that he would have needed to thanks to the height difference between the pair, but it simply more fun to let Shee topple onto him.
"Ouch hey. Are you trying to get hurt?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 6:36 pm
"What? You automatically assume that I'm the one who would get hurt?" Shee replied, teasingly, as she sat up, having just fallen into a heap, onto Einar, brushing the hair out of her face. "But... no. I wasn't trying to get hurt. Actually, I was trying to cut down the mighty Einar! Or something like that."
Shee blinked a few times rapidly, and then sneezed, just turning away from Einar's face at the last moment. She turned back to face him, and peered down at him. "So, are you ticklish?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 7:54 pm
"Not really, no. I've been hurt so much over the years that my sense of touch and feeling is a little lower than the average person's. When someone tries to tickle me it pretty much feels like they're just poking me in the ribs over and over and it's more annoying than anything else."
Einar for some reason didn't mind being underneath Shee like he was, despite the fact a rock was digging into his back and that was a little bothersome, but since he'd prevented her from getting hurt and kept her mood happy this was a win/win situation. Of sorts.
"How about you? You look the type to wet yourself laughing if someone tried to tickle you."
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 6:31 pm
"Oh! That's not the right answer!" She huffed indignantly, also managing to blow a few strands of hair around. "You're supposed to say, 'Why, yes Shee. I'm quite ticklish.'" But something hit her as odd about Einar's response. She looked as though she was thinking hard for a few moments, before focusing on Einar again. "Who would ever try to tickle you? I mean, besides me."
Wiggling around a bit, trying to find a good position to sit in (which was proving to be difficult, as Shee realized people were not the best things to sit on), Shee looked warily at Einar. "Telling you anything wouldn't be a good thing for me, I think."
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 9:44 pm
Einar shifted a little bit as well, mostly his upper torso because Shee was sitting on his lower half and that would have been rather...wrong, and he thought about what all she had said and asked of him. It made him think of home and he frowned, though he quickly knocked that back with a grin.
"Oh, I'm not the type to blackmail you or anything with your weakness. things like that are really petty and it irritates me to see people stoop so low as to harass others with something that can't be helped."
He didn't think that may have been what she meant.
"Or are you saying there's nothing about you that's important enough to tell me? Hardly a good way to think about yourself. As for who used to tickle me...I suppose my childhood friend was the only one. My parents never really touched me other to hit me during lessons when I was napping, or to ruffle my head when I managed to come back from one of my trips out."
There wasn't much touching in his home, that he could recall. Would explain his affection for touching others, maybe.
"Anyway, how much longer do you plan on sitting on me? If your brother or someone else happens by out of pure chance I'll be skinned alive for this."
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 11:25 pm
Tilting her head, she sighed slightly. "The first one. Blackmail. To me, you really did seem the type. I mean, submission by tickling. It would be embarrassing."
"And I am a very important person! There's lots of interesting stuff I could tell you! If I could remember any of it. But I'm sure my life was filled with exciting things. I think I would have been adventurous. At least, I hope I was." She stopped talking, listening to him talk of his own childhood. She did wish she remembered hers.
Displaying mock consternation, she put her hands on her hips and almost fell over. Steadying herself by attempting to use Einar as a surface with which to regain balance, she grinned at him. "Maybe that was my plan all along!"
He was getting uncomfortable. Springing up, she got back on her feet and glanced back towards the end of the walkway. She had time for one last visit. "You should gain weight, Einar. You're not a comfortable person at all. All pokey."
Glancing back again, she waved down to him. "I have something I need to do. So I think I'll be going now." She began to walk away from him slowly, and without turning back to him, she called out, "And I'm very ticklish."
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 11:54 pm
"I'd say I was offended by you thinking I'm the type to blackmail you, but you're probably right in one way or another. It's petty, but it's a way of life too you know. And- gah I am not your plank."
Einar winced as Shee stepped on him to get her balance back, the wind pushed out of him via his stomach, and once the heavy weight left the Norwegian youth rolled onto his side before easily getting to his feet. Falling down was the hard part, getting up not so much; even a baby could get up.
He dusted himself off as Shee continued to talk and could only chuckle at her little jabs about his weight and how this may have all been according to plan, though he really did grin when she said it was time for them to depart. A nod was the only answer he gave back, waving to the departing figure as if they could really see him, and after a few moments he started to follow with sure steps and a cocky grin. It wasn't until he was sure that Shee was out of sight and earshot that he really did laugh, touching his sides and back with gentle care.
"I'm a guy who likes to be tickled too."
THE END
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