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Tickle Fight ➹ Spot/Race

"Bad day at work, huh?" Spot comments as Race trods into their shared apartment, looking grumpy. "Bleh," he says and flops down on the couch. Spot quirks an eyebrow at this, "Are you okay?" No response. He goes over and pokes Race's shoulder, "Race? Ya good?" Race hits him with the pillow slightly, "Race isn't here right now, try again later."

"And when would later be?" Spot asked, not entirely sure whether to be amused or concerned. "After I've slept for like ever," Race mumbles. Spot rolled his eyes and poked Race in the side, making him jump up and laugh. Which caused Spot to laugh, then he stopped and smirked. "So..." he trailed off, "You're ticklish?" Race stared at him, "No no, absolutely not, Conlon."

The air grew tense and the only thing that separated Spot and Race was the coffee table. "You wouldn't mind if I gave you a hug then?" Spot asks, his brown eyes full of mischief. "As a matter of fact, yes I woul—" Race was cut off with another jab in his side. He was struggling with words through his laughter when he finally got out "Hey that's not fair!" Spot shrugged, "All is fair in war and love, pretty boy."

Race narrowed his eyes, "Then it is on." He took off running, Spot chasing right after him. Until he tripped on a shoe that is. Race stopped and ran over, "Here lemme help you up," he said, grinning slightly. Spot should've known Race was up to no good but realized it all too late when he got poked in the side. He let out something between a laugh and a squeal as Race took off running again. "I'll get you for that!" He teased. "Yeah right!" Race called back from somewhere in the kitchen.

Spot cautiously walked in and stopped. Race popped out from behind a chair nearby the kitchen table and had almost poked Spot in the side. Instead, Spot grabbed Race's hand and linked their finger together. "Nope," he said plainly and gave Race a chaste kiss. This only lasted for a moment until Spot poked him in the side and took off yet again. Race gasped, "Traitor!"

The echoes of their laughter bounced off the walls of the young twenty year olds' apartment. "Let me hug you, Higgins!" Spot shouted as Race called back, "Never!" Race almost broke a vase, and Spot nearly tripped on another shoe. They eventually ended up back on the couch and very much out of breath.

Eventually Spot broke the silence, "So no hugs?" Race gasped in mock astonishment, "The mighty king of Brooklyn asking for a hug?!" Spot scoffed, about the make a witty remark when he felt Race envelope him in a hug. "Say no more," Race joked. Spot melted into the hug and rested his head in the crook of Race's neck, running a hand through his blond curly hair. "Yeah yeah whatever," he said pulling away, "But how was your day actually?"

"Oh it was fine, I figured why not be extra dramatic today hm?" Race giggled. "But then I got bombarded with tickles so.." he trailed off shrugging. Spot laughed and lightly punched Race's shoulder, "Drama queen." Race winked "Yeah but you love me." He nodded and leaned into Race's side, "Yeah I do love ya."

Race glanced down at him, his gaze softening, "You's a real sap y'know that?" He said, though he really did love moments like these. "But I love you too, tough guy," he said affectionately.