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“ShihIHIHIT WEHEHENDAHAHA!!” Simon looked up, startled out of his focus by the familiar sound of Raddy’s cackles. Sure enough, the second he turned around he was met with the sight of Wenda clinging to Raddy’s back, her claws scribbling at his tummy under his shirt. Simon chuckled, tail wagging at the display. “Leave him alone, Wenda. He’s got work to do.” Wenda shook her head, grinning down at the horned Sprunki like he was captured prey. “Nuh-uh, he deserves it. He was being rude.” She chimed, clawing into the red skin and listening to his screeches of mirth. Simon arched a brow playfully. “That so?” She nodded, giggling devilishly. He could tell she was trying to come across as malicious, but it was just cute. Honestly, a pretty big motivator of his research about the virus theory was that this cat was not the wicked serial killer that she resembled in the last reset; this was Wenda, he had yet to figure out who that was.
“SIMOHOHOHON HEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!!” Simon blinked, snapped out of his thoughts by his friend’s desperate shrieking. He snickered. “Sorry, Radds, I’ve got work to do. You’re on your own.” Raddy attempted to flip him off and was punished with tasing to his ribs, getting the loudest screech yet.
“So loud.” Wenda commented idly, doubling down on the newly found deathspot. “PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAAA!!” Simon hummed in agreement. “Like a fire alarm, don’t you think?” Wenda dug into the spots between his ribs. “Definitely.” Raddy whined between his cackling, attempting to hide his burning face in his hands. “YOU GUHUHUYS SUHUHUHUCK!!!” He kicked his legs fruitlessly, trying and failing to weasel his way out of her hold. He was all but ignored by the others, who began discussing the damn weather as if he wasn’t even there. It was infuriatingly flustering.
Eventually, he gave up, slumping in her arms and surrendering to the abuse against his poor ribs. Noticing this, Wenda finally granted him mercy, fingers stilling against his skin. Raddy’s muscles untensed, panting heavily, a giggle tailing each exhale. “Learned your lesson?” Simon leered. Raddy shot him a flushed glare. “Youhuhu don’t even knohow what I dihihihid!” Simon shrugged, turning back to his desk. “If Wenda deems it bad enough to get tickled half to death, it must’ve been bad.” Raddy pouted as the cat let him go, ignoring her prideful smirk. “I’m going back toho work, leave me alohone.” He grumbled, stumbling back to his own desk and attempting to focus back on his work. Wenda, satisfied with her work, turned on her heal and began walking away, most likely off to go bother someone else. “Bye, Simon!” She called over her shoulder. “Goodbye!” Simon responded cheerily. “Don’t hurry back.” Raddy grumbled through his teeth, flinching at the overdramatic scoff Wenda gave him in return. He froze at the sound of her padded footsteps reapproaching.
“That’s it, c’mere!”
“NononOHOHO— NAHAHAT AGAHAHAHAHAIN!!”
Simon sighed fondly, he loved these idiots.