"Do you know where my suitcase is? I thought I put it in the wardrobe?" I looked up at Tony with a smirk, shaking my head.
"No, I thought you put it in the wardrobe too." He raised his eyebrow questionably.
"Oh, are you sure?" I couldn't hold my smug laugh in for much longer if I was honest, staring at those big eyes of his.
"Yeah," I muttered, staring off to look at the brown carpet under his feet.
"Remember, I know your weakness, so I'll ask you once more, where's my suitcase?" I quickly wrapped my arms around my sides, gripping on tight.
"You can't leave me!" I shouted as he began to walk closer towards me.
"I don't have a choice," he said, leaning over my laying figure on the sofa, raising his hand up in the air.
"Fine! Fine! I'll get it, just don't tickle me, please!" I slid out from underneath him feeling his hand graze along my side.
"Put it on the bed as well, I have no time for hide and seek!" He shouted back as I already slugged up the stairs to pull his suitcase from behind the pile of clothes hidden in the back of my wardrobe.
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