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Tommy and Määnin barely ever argued about anything. They were usually always on the same page and very few people even would have believed them to be capable of arguing. But of course, when they did fight, it was about something stupid. On one completely normal Wednesday some rare, differing opinions had clashed in the middle of band practice. Something about writing a new song and the direction it should be taken in. Freppa wasn't even quite sure what exactly sparked the conflict as it seemed to flare up out of nowhere. And before he really even knew, Tommy had stormed out of the garage, gotten in his car and driven off, presumably back towards home.
"Well.."
Freppa cleared his throat after some of the dust had settled.
"I can give you a ride home if you want,"
he said to Määnin who just nodded. Neither of them chose to talk about the root cause of the argument.
As he returned home, Tommy closed his door behind him louder than he probably should have. But at that point he couldn't have cared less. He kicked off his shoes and went into his.. their kitchen to get a can of Pepsi Max from the fridge. From there he walked the short distance to the living room in a few quick strides and sat down on the couch, reaching for the remote and turning on the TV. Some stupid cooking show was on, but it was better than nothing. Certainly more preferable than silence.
Tommy was still sitting there, a half-empty soda can in his hand and feeling cold against his knee, even through his jeans, when he heard a key being turned in the lock. He tensed up right away but tried to pretend like it was nothing. He stubbornly kept his eyes on the TV screen even when Määnin dropped his keys on the kitchen counter and entered the living room. He made the decision to also sit on the couch, but to still create just enough distance to Tommy so they wouldn't be touching each other by accident. Tommy took another sip of his soda and said nothing. He had never been good at this whole pretending like nothing was wrong thing.
The silence between them dragged on. And after 10 minutes Määnin had had enough. He looked to his right and picked up one of the sofa pillows so kindly given to them by Tommy's mom, weighing it in his hands for a few seconds. And then.. He secured his grip, brought the pillow back as he prepared for the swing.. And somehow, by accident, hit the soda can and in the process made Tommy spill some of the remaining drink on his jeans.
"Fyrbanna, Määnin, what the hell?!"
That broke the silence between them, at least.
"To be fair.. I was trying to aim at your head,"
Määnin pointed out, trying to sound neutral to further hammer his point across. Still, Tommy turned to him, eyes burning.
"Well, your aim really fucking sucks, then!"
Tommy growled as he set the can down on the floor right by the couch and made the effort to get the sofa pillow away from Määnin.
He succeeded to grab the corner of the pillow on his second try and yanked it hard, securing it for himself. And then it was payback time. He hit Määnin in the head with the pillow. This sparked a back-and-forth struggle which lasted for a good few minutes. By what might be believed to be the end of the chaos it seemed like Tommy had gotten the upper hand as he dealt multiple blows all around Määnin's upper body.
"I won, fyrbanna.."
he breathed out, clearly seeming to be a fair bit worked up. His chest was heaving. Määnin simply looked at him, as cool as a cucumber, and made no effort to try and snatch the pillow away, any longer. This was enough to for Tommy to let his guard down. It was exactly what Määnin had waited for. Because as the next thing he launched an attack of a different kind. He lunged at the unsuspecting Tommy, knocking the pillow off his hands and making it fall on the floor with a soft, muffled thud. Tommy was pushed down on the couch until he was lying on his back. And he was there, seemingly helpless, Määnin hovered over him and carried on with phase 2.
"Määnin, what are you doing?"
Tommy had just enough time to wonder before he felt Määnin's fingers found their way under his denim jacket and stopped at his sides, starting to tickle him mercilessly. It didn't take long for his body to start shaking with poorly held-in laughter which was ready to overflow. This only led to more tickling, if for no other reason at that point, then at least to hear Tommy laugh like that. Määnin doubted anyone else had the privilege to have heard it.
"Does the rest of the world know that you're so ticklish?"
Määnin just had to ask after giving Tommy a little break.
"No.. And you're not telling anyone,"
Tommy responded when his laughing fit began to fizzle out. He still had tears in his eyes and his face was red from all that laughter.