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@intheticklecloset OH MY GOSH, I LOVE THIS! Thank you so much!!

Hi! May I request 💚☕️ with Dazai and Atushi?

Thanks so much!

❄️ Peppermint Mocha Special Order ❄️

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Dazai’s spine popped as he stretched, and he let out a relieved sigh.

“Ouch,” Atsushi chuckled as he reached for their now empty mugs – one cocoa and one cider. “That hurt me just hearing it.”

“Clearly you’ve never had to pop your spine. It felt great, actually,” Dazai replied with a grin. “Besides, the cocoa limbered me up so it wouldn’t have hurt regardless.”

“Yeah, that’s how it works.”

Atsushi carried the mugs into the kitchen with a shake of his head. It was always an adventure hanging out with Dazai without anyone else around, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable. He put the mugs into the sink – a later problem, he decided – and made his way back to the living room, stopping short when he saw his friend’s new position on the couch.

“Dazai,” he said.

“Mmm?” Dazai replied, keeping his eyes closed, arms crossed behind his head.

“You’ve taken over my spot.”

“Sounds like a personal problem.” The detective cracked an eye open and grinned at him. “Come on, I’m your guest, aren’t I? I should be able to lounge if I want to.”

Atsushi rolled his eyes. “Dazai, you have five seconds to move your legs before I sit on them.”

“I’ll live.”

The weretiger didn’t even bother with the countdown after all. He just plopped himself onto Dazai’s knees, keeping him immobile as he reached for his hips and squeezed them.

“GAH!!” The detective reacted with a shout and a jolt, looking and sounding genuinely surprised. “W-What are you doing?!”

“Like you weren’t acting out so this exact thing would happen,” Atsushi chuckled, squeezing and pinching more consistently now, drawing squeals and giggles out of his friend. “Every time you’re in a mood to be tickled you act like a child. Well, more of a child, anyway.”

“Hehehehehey, I resehehehehent THAHAHAHAHAHAT!! AHAHAHAHA, ATSUSHI!!” Dazai nearly screamed when the younger detective dove for him, plunging his hands into his armpits and wiggling mercilessly. The brunette bucked and laughed, legs digging into the cushions behind him. “WAHAHAHAHAIT, I WAHAHAHAHASN’T DOHOHOHOHOING IT ON PURPOSE THIS TIHIHIHIHIHIME I SWEHEHEHEHEAR!!”

“Too bad,” Atsushi chuckled, refusing to relent so easily. “You said yourself that the cocoa made you more limber. That means you should be able to handle being tickled right now just fine~”