"Come on," Dark Pit sighed as he tried to coax Pit out of his room. "Nooooo, come back. I don't want to go," he whined as he hid under his covers. The dark angel rubbed his temple in frustration, "You know that we have to. Just come on so we can get it over with." "No." He had built a fortress of pillows and blankets to cover himself. "You're acting like a baby," Dark Pit groaned. "You can't make me," Pit challenged. "Is that a bet?" He asked. "It's a statement. You can't make me," he confirmed as he grabbed another pillow. "Enough of this," Dark Pit smiled as he lunged forward.
He landed on top of Pit's 'fortress'. Pit squealed and tried to escape. "You have taken on a dangerous challenge," Dark Pit said chuckling. He sat up and pulled a layer off. "No! It's cold..." "For the love of- has it come to this?" He asked dramatically. He gave an evil grin as he tickled the light angel. "Stop! T-his is abuse!" Pit screamed through the forced laughter. Dark Pit laughed as he tickled his sides without mercy. Pit clawed weakly as self defense. His laughter was loud and contagious. "My cheeks hurt," he complained as he tried to get his breath back. Dark Pit eased off and kissed him on the forehead. "Time to go." "I'm not sure I like this side of you," Pit whimpered. "Hmph, then get up." He jumped off the bed and straightened himself up.
Pit sat up and rubbed the tears from his eyes. "You're cruel. You know I hate tickles!" He huffed. "If you act like a baby, I'll treat you like one," he said, picking up Pit suddenly. He cradled him close, "Time to go!" The light angel giggled and rested his head on Pittoo's chest. "Okay, fine but- you have to promise we'll finish later," he whispered. "Finish...what?" "The war. You will pay for those tickles." Dark Pit snickered, "That's a war you won't be winning." He carried the light angel out of the room. "Pit." "Huh?" "You're really heavy," he complained. Pit huffed, "You picked me up, now mush!" Dark Pit sighed as he hobbled down the hallway.
