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It all started around the kitchen table. Fugo was helping Narancia learn how to multiply.
“Good. Now add those two together to get the answer,” Fugo instructed.
“Like this?” Narancia asked, holding up his piece of paper proudly.
Fugo’s face crinkled into a grimace and Narancia braced himself internally for what came next.
He slammed his hands on the table and yelled,
“HOW MANY TIMES DO WE NEED TO GO OVER THIS BEFORE YOU GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD?!”
“Jeez, you could just tell me I’m wrong without gettin’ all worked up.”
That really set him off.
They barked back and forth for a little while, each progressively getting louder trying to out-yell the other.
‘You know what!? I’m done!” Fugo finally said, slamming his hands on the table one last time before storming off.
Narancia hated days like this. Not just because he couldn’t wrap his head around what Fugo was teaching him, but more so because he hated when he was mad at him.
Fugo would go into some other room to calm himself down and sulk for a while but he wouldn’t really get over it. Sure he stopped yelling but then he wouldn’t talk to anyone, much less Narancia, for several hours if not the whole day. He would almost have prefered yelling Fugo to silent Fugo.
Something had to be done. He was sick and tired of him being so angry all the time. If only there were something to cheer him up.
Then, like lightning, it hit him. An old memory of him and Mista messing with Fugo came to his mind. He seemed so genuinely happy then. And it all clicked together. The perfect plan came to light.
But if he was going to do this he would have to disguise it as something else.
A game! He would make a game to cover up his super-secret-cheer-up-technique.
And with this new idea in mind, he went off to find his vic- I mean Fugo.
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Fugo heard the door creak open.
“Hey Fugo?” Narancia’s voice crept in through the silence Fugo had surrounded himself in.
“What?” He asked in a monotone voice.
“Listen,” he started, walking in the room and shutting the door behind him.
“I feel bad about earlier, so I wanted to come make it up to you.”
Fugo made a noncommittal noise in his throat as his only response.
“I have a surprise for you!”
Giving in, he turned around to face the boy, his arms were crossed and he looked tired.
“What is it?” He tried to make his voice sound softer, not wanting to start up another fight.
“You have to close your eyes and count down from 10,” said Narancia.
Fugo rolled his eyes before closing them, counting down from 10 both out loud and with his fingers.
Narancia, on the other hand, was getting ready to pounce.
“10…9…8”
He had come up with the name for the game on his way over to Fugo, so he already knew exactly what he was going to do.
“5…4…”
“Ok, go!”
He jumped Fugo, knocking him out of his chair and onto the floor.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?”
“This is the game, dummy!” Narancia said with a wide grin and he lightly fluttered his fingers over the sides of his friend’s ribs.
“Nahahaha-! Naharanciahaha!” Fugo tried, and failed miserably, to grab onto the other’s wrists. But all of his strength was being used up laughing.
“Isn’t this sooo much better than being sad alllll aloneee?” With every emphasized word he would speed up the tickling, only to slow it back down and then pick up the speed again and again throughout the sentence.
“Nohohohoho!!” He bucked and squeaked with every light touch.
“Hmmm, I’m bored of this spot let’s try somewhere else,” Narancia teased.
He switched over to his lower belly, earning a squeal in return.
“Doesn’t this make you feel better?”
“Nahahahoho it dohohoesn’t!!”
“I think it does!”
“It dohohoes nahaahahat!!”
“It’s not very nice to lie to your friends, Fugo,” he pouted, pretending to be upset by his words and started squeezing his side with one hand.
“Eeheeheek! Ihim not lyihihing!! Hahaha stohohap!”
“I’ll stop when you admit it makes you feel better!”
“Nahaha!!”
Narancia bounced back and forth in a pattern between tapping his ribs, spidering his sides, and kneading his belly.
All the while Fugo could only shake his head and squeal and laugh.
“Hahahaha! Okahay! Ihi admihihihit it!”
“Hmm? Admit what?” He smiled to himself watching Fugo’s face grow redder and redder.
“Ihit mahakes me feheel behehehetter!!”
Immediately the attack stopped and Narancia got off of him to let him breathe.
Fugo put his arm over his eyes so he didn’t have to look at his attacker’s beaming smile as he admired his, currently very flustered, work.
When he uncovered his eyes again he saw Narancia extending a hand to help him sit up. He grabbed hold of it and lifted himself.
“Surprise!” Said Narancia.
Before he could even say anything back Narancia had already wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug.