another night you wish you could forget
making yourself up as you go along
Adam couldn't help but laugh again at Pet's outburst - as anxiety-inducing as this whole thing was, he found the odd way Pet spoke charming. In short, quiet little words then all at once, like something bubbled up to the surface.
"Uuh...no, I guess not. You're pretty good doing what you're doing." He stroked a hand down Pet's spine, light finger touches on scarred skin. "Well...I guess maybe...you could take a good tickling sometimes." His hand shot up to Pet's ribs and he laughed as he sat up to pin him down, only relenting his tickly power after a minute when Pet was truly smiling.
After that he laid there, holding Pet and staring at the ceiling, wondering just what it was he had agreed to. Would he regret this...? Probably, said the nasty little voice in the back of his head. But as he looked at Pet, sleeping softly with a gentle smile, he couldn't bring himself to fully hate what they were.
"Uuh...no, I guess not. You're pretty good doing what you're doing." He stroked a hand down Pet's spine, light finger touches on scarred skin. "Well...I guess maybe...you could take a good tickling sometimes." His hand shot up to Pet's ribs and he laughed as he sat up to pin him down, only relenting his tickly power after a minute when Pet was truly smiling.
After that he laid there, holding Pet and staring at the ceiling, wondering just what it was he had agreed to. Would he regret this...? Probably, said the nasty little voice in the back of his head. But as he looked at Pet, sleeping softly with a gentle smile, he couldn't bring himself to fully hate what they were.
who's gonna take you home tonight?
ADAM
