Are You Ticklish? [GarryxIb]

Are You Ticklish?

Ib had been staying at Garry's house quite often, and had made herself confy in his home. He was kind as long as she obeyed the rules, and she always did. She loved it there. Garry was her only friend, afterall. So living with him was similar to a sleepover.

She had crawled into his bed, covering herself in the blankets. It wasn't even two yet, but she wanted to lay down anyways.

She soon heard the heavy footsteps of her friend make their way into the room. She expected him to just lift up the covers, but instead, she was met with him flopping ontop of her.

"I could have sworn my bed was comfier than this." He shifted around on her, earning a squeak and a giggle. He grinned. "Maybe if I jump on it, it'll go back to normal."

"No..!"

He lifted the sheets, and pulled her into a hug. "Ah, I'm just playing with you, dear." He squeezed her tightly, and smiled.

"No jumping on the bed." She reached up and lightly slapped his nose. He gave her a confused look.

"Right, right. C'mon, let's go eat."

He took Ib to the kitchen, and dropped her into a chair. She shifted into a better position, and waited for him to arrive at the table with her.

After lunch, the two had sat outside, Garry counting the cars with her. "Hey, Ib?"

"Yes?" Ib looked up at her lavanderette friend. He grinned, almost evily, making Ib scoot back. "Ga-"

"Are you ticklish?!" Garry pounced on her, tickling at her sides, neck, and pulling off her shoes to do so at her feet. She giggled uncontrollably, and began rolling around, and tried crawling away.

"St-stop it!!" She giggled, and tried to push his hands away, but she was too weak. She ahd been foced against the porch, as he continued to tickle her. "I'll tickle you..!"

"But I'm not ticklish, sweetie." He sat up, his tickling rampage stopped. Ib jumped into his lap, and atempted to tickle his neck.

"Nope~" He smiled , and leaned back.

Ib furrowed her bows in anger. That wasn't fair. She glanced up at him, reached up, and pulled herself up using his shoulders.

He froze up.

"I-Ib..?" He was geting nervous. Ib laughed at his pink face, leaned forward, and...

"Rawr!!!"

...

Garry frowned.

"Y-you made me get squeemish for that?!"

Ib snickered, and pushed away. "It's what you get for being unfair!"

"I'm not unfair! It's not my fault I'm not ticklish." He poked her belly, earning a soft giggle from her. "C'mon, cutie pie. Let's go back inside."

"Yes, Garry."