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squish. squish. squish.
eda cups raine's cheek in her left hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. she switches, migrating to her right, and squeezes their other cheek. right hand, right cheek — squish. left hand, left cheek — squish. right hand, left cheek — squish. left hand, right cheek — squish.
squish. squish. squish.
raine giggles but blinks at her quizzically. eda doesn't need verbal communication to know what they're asking.
"i'm squishing you, raindrop," she says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. she pinches their right cheek softly.
"but..." their voice, already generally soft, even softer in their headspace. "why?"
"why not?"
eda pokes their left cheek, pushing the slight chub upward until they're nearly winking. "squish," she says.
raine scrunches their nose; their thoughtful look she's seen times before, but never tired of it. "sk...skish," they try. eda swears her heart melts on the spot. they kick their feet lightly. "skish, skish, skish."
a large smile blooms across her lips. "squish, squish, squish." her finger ventures away from their cheek and more around their neck. one curious poke right on their shoulder makes raine squeak and lean back on the couch.
"e!" they protest. "tickle!"
a mischievous smile curls upon eda's face, cancelling out her softer expression. "oh?" she feigns innocence as she moves her opposite index finger further down, now at their sides, and scribbles a finger there. "does that tickle, too?"
the way they squirm and titter say it all. "m-mhm!" they hum, other hand feebly slapping at hers. they just miss her. "mama..!"
"what?" she worms her finger in their neck just as she digs deeper into his side. "droplet, you don't need to call my name. i'm right—" her hands plummet and burrow into their stomach "—here!"
that gets a loud squeal out of the regressor. they flap their hands over their stomach, but misses both of the attacking hands once again. words come out jumbled over their laughter no matter how hard they try.
♡ BONUS ♡
luz is blessed. completely and utterly blessed.
she bites her knuckle to keep from releasing the raw serotonin swirling throughout her in the form of a squeal as she watches the tickle fight play out from the stairs. a one-sided tickle fight, yes, with eda now straddled over raine's hips to keep the squirmy, giggly bard in place as her fingers dance between their neck and belly, but a sweet, sweet tickle fight it still is!
she reaches in her pocket, fishes for her phone, and — ensuring flash is off to keep her presence a secret — taps the record button.
she'd come out of her room for a drink and a break from writing by extension, but she ends up watching the great tickle fight for an extra two minutes and forty-six seconds.