New muse/voice testing | Possibly sending to 3step_paradise

[precocialghul]

This is a waste of time. You don't have what it takes to play me. I need a better mun than you. I'm sure you'll lose interest and I can actually do something worthwhile; like clean my room or brush my teeth.

I'm sure you understand sarcasm, right? You are on the internet. If you don't by now, you're even more hopeless than I thought. On the positive side I don't have to share this filthy headspace with any of the other Robins. At least you have good taste, but that's about all you have going for you.

I really don't care if you have a game in mind or not. I don't need to defend some other city. I defend Gotham. Going anywhere else would just be a waste of time.

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[flyingg]

*yeah, even through the blissed-out expression?

Dick will blow a raspberry at Damian now, over the rim of his mug.

Very undignified, and very appropriate for the situation, at least in Dick's opinion.*

[precocialghul]

Really mature there, Grayson.

[flyingg]

No cowl. I can be as immature as I want.

[precocialghul]

Is that so?

[Careful what you say Dick. Cause Damian is loading a marshmallow into a spoon and taking aim.]

[flyingg]

*Is that a food fight in the works? Since when would Dick Grayson turn one of those down? He smirks at his brother.*

Absolutely!

[precocialghul]

Very well. Fire in the hole.

[And Damian launches the marshmallow at your face, Dick.]

[flyingg]

*And Dick ducks... just enough that it ends up in his hair, instead of his face.*

Yu-huh, you'll have to try harder, little D!

*oh, yeah, and he lunges sideways around the table. Because he knows Damian will.*

[precocialghul]

[Damian follows after with the entire bag in hand. Here comes the deadly marshmallow barrage!]

[flyingg]

*and here comes the showing off of just how agilely Dick can run around (and over - the floor is only the beginning) the kitchen.

Until he smirks, turns around, and promptly catches a marshmallow with his mouth.

Because, really. Edible ammo...*

[precocialghul]

[Alright, one marshmallow at a time wasn't working. Time to start throwing handfulls of them. A buck-shot like tactic.]

[flyingg]

*oh that means that he's no longer running and turns to tackle Damian. Marshmallows in his hair and on his clothes and everything!*

[precocialghul]

[That is a tactic switch Damian did not see coming. He's tackled and loses his ammunition.]

Unhand me!

[flyingg]

In just a second!

*yep. He'll use that second to try and tickle the boy.

Because with all the training and padded suits? He just hasn't had a chance. And he's curious!*

[precocialghul]

What are you doing?

[He groans and wait for it, right under the arms. He starts to squirm and is that laughter? Half laughter, half screaming.]

[flyingg]

HAH!

*no, he doesn't stick with it, sitting back.*

Okay, lesson time. It's called tickling, and it's basically touching a part of the body that produces a reflex of involuntary twitching and/or laughter. It's kind of pleasurable, unless it's done for too long or too hard.

On the other hand, not every person is ticklish, and even the ones who are may not get it at the same places. Though under the arms is pretty common.

And if you knew all that, now you know what it feels like, too.

[precocialghul]

[He pushes away from Grayson and moves up to stand on his toes and hug his knees. Perfect pouting position.]

Was such a practical lesson needed?

...Are you ticklish?

[flyingg]

Would you prefer if a stranger did it?

*no, no, Dick'll be good. For now. There may be sneak attacks at unpredictable moments later, though.

Annnd he shrugs.*

Very. I've had to learn to deal with it, because, you know, it just wouldn't do if I get tackled and start giggling uncontrollably.

[precocialghul]

...Where are you ticklish then?

[flyingg]

Let's see. Ribs - mostly side, a bit front. Stomach, again more the sides. Neck, in some moods. Back of the calves. Feet. And palms, sometimes.

*And this? Is also trust.*

[precocialghul]

[Of course. And you can trust Damian to dive forward to try and tickle Grayson's sides in revenge.]

[flyingg]

*oh, of course - and his wrists get caught, firmly, before his fingers reach Dick.*

Predictability, kiddo.

[precocialghul]

Unless I wanted you to catch me.

[He grabs Grayson's wrists and flips around to try and tickle Grayson's sides with his feet.]

[flyingg]

*ohhh yeah, he's laughing now. But he did mean the part about having to learn to work around the tickling.

This probably won't work very many times, but while Damian is focusing on that, he straightens up, stretching enough to make sure Damian is off the floor, then turns him so the boy's back is to him. And then sets him down, lowering their hands and crossing his own arms in front of Damian's chest.

Look. It's a hug. While still holding his wrists.*

[precocialghul]

[There's a moment of silence before Damian groans. He didn't expect this.]

I hate you.

[flyingg]

Mm-hmm.

*He only holds him close for a little bit, then lets go.*

It's still good for you.

Oh, and... it probably slipped my mind, but tickling is generally seen a sign of affection.

*Unless it's used as a torture technique, but let's not go there.*