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The Five Times Lucas Won The Silent Treatment and The One Time Dustin Did

The Five Times Lucas Won The Silent Treatment and The One Time Dustin Did

The Tozier Wheeler Twins (omfgiminlovewithneeks)

"C'mon, Dustin," Lucas said softly, "just one word."

That definitely didn't work at all, but then again, it had never worked before. Annoying the curly-haired man had never worked - not even when they had been children. Other than this time, Lucas could only recall five other times where the love of his life used the silent treatment on him, and all five times had required more than just incessant bugging to break that treatment.

"Dustin, will you please talk to him already?" Mike asked exasperatedly.

It was a normal Saturday night where the boys had decided to stay in Mike's basement and play Dungeons & Dragons - a board game Mike's parents had gotten him on Christmas. They were in fourth grade, and they'd just found a whole new world to conquer. Well, he supposed they'd found more than just one new world, but he couldn't exactly tell how many just yet, since apparently every time the game started, they were taken to another new and undiscovered land, where monsters resided, and where they could be heroes to innocent villagers, kings and princesses, or, once, a very wealthy elven tribe.

Of course, sometimes they also messed up, or sometimes when luck really wasn't on their side and they ran into something bad, they'd lose valuable gear and items. Today, Lucas had learned that if somehow he was the one to mess up and Dustin's character had to pay the price, he'd get the silent treatment.

"Dustin," the black boy tried for the two-hundred-and-somethingth time. "Dustin. Dustin. Talk to me, please. Come on, Dustin."

The curly-haired boy still refused to speak, instead choosing to sit on the couch, cross his arms, and not look Lucas in the eyes.

Mike and Will were currently cleaning up after the Party's loss. After Dustin had dropped literally all his equipment, not even a miracle could've saved them. That was why Lucas was now sitting next to the blue-eyed boy, trying to get his friend to talk to him, and annoying Mike and Will in the process.

"Dustin," he continued, "you know I won't stop until you talk to me, right? Dude. C'mon. Dustin."

His incessant bugging was now accompanied by random poking to the other boy's cheek, shoulder, arm, and basically anywhere. To be honest, he was quite impressed at the bard's ability to ignore him, since he wouldn't have been able to keep ignoring anyone if he were in this situation.

But then something happened.

Lucas' finger slipped, missing the other boy's elbow and landed on the side of Dustin's stomach, just below the boy's ribcage.

And the kid let out a loud yelp, immediately squirming away before looking back at Lucas like he'd been caught red-handed.

The black boy couldn't stop his grin from slowly forming on his face. "Wait," he said, "are you ticklish?"

It didn't matter what the curly-haired boy's answer was, the way his eyes grew wide in panic was enough for him to slowly approach.

"No, Lucas," the bard slowly moved backward, holding his hands up. "Don't do this. No!"

There was no way the blue-eyed boy could get away before Lucas tackled him and started his assault. And by the time Mike and Will joined in, Dustin was definitely doomed.