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It’s been a week, at most, since Sunday decided to accept Welt’s offer and make himself part of the Astral Express. Truth to be told, complying to the crew’s peculiarities and their daily routine proved to be easier than Sunday first expected, but… there was no way he would ever get used to this.
“Come on,” Caelus teased, his hands held right before his chest, his fingers wiggling, poised to strike at any given chance. “What’s the harm in trying it out? You said yourself you don’t even know if you are ticklish or not ~”
“And why must you find out?” Sunday muttered, pressing his back against the wall, finding himself cornered, but, at least, at a safe distance. “I dislike this plan of action.”
“Pfft, how can you be so sure? I never tickled you before, have I?” Caelus stepped forward and Sunday tensed up in anticipation. He wrapped his arms around his torso and partially covered his jaw and neck with his wings. “It won’t hurt, I promise!”
“That doesn’t make it sound any better,” Sunday retorted, trying to keep his composure and eloquence, but unable to refrain from darting his eyes back and forth between Caelus’ hands and face. “Any possible outcome sounds unwelcomed.”
He felt the heat spreading over his face at the sight of Caelus rolling his eyes, seemingly not convinced by any of his arguments. Could there really be no way out of such a trial? Oh Great One, why must you leave your child at moments like this?
Maybe taking a moment for his silent prayer wasn’t exactly the right choice at his current situation. In a blink of an eye, Caelus went from a few steps away from merely a few inches apart, one hand already closing around Sunday’s wrist. Ah, he was done for.
“C-CahAHaelus! S-stoho- ahAHa, s-stohop it, plehehease!” Sunday laughed, focusing all his efforts into pushing Caelus away by his shoulders, but ultimately lacking strength to do so. Fingers spidered up and down his sides, sparing no spot between the dip of his hips and the bottom of his ribs.
“Aw, your wings are flapping!” The unrequited observation only seemed to make Sunday more embarrassed, not even sure of how he was supposed to respond when not a single muscle inside his body listened to his commands. “Is that like a dog wagging its tail?”
“I-It’s nohot!” Sunday protested, finding himself sat at one of the parlor’s seats while Caelus towered over him, tickling one different spot after the other, thoroughly checking which would be the most ticklish one. “SOhohomeone, hehEHElp me!! PlehEHease!”
Ah, the Great One, could this be one of the hardships in the trailblazing path? He needed to ponder about it… of course, once he figured a way out of Caelus’ tickle assault.