kinship | 003 Falling Leaves

[Phone and Action (Albright Lane) Open to all]

[Cain is outside his house, raking the red and golden leaves that have fallen into a large pile, he has pulled the phone out of the door with him as far as the cable will stretch, holding rake in one hand and balancing the phone awkwardly in the other as he works.]

Falling leaves are so strange, it's sad in a way because it's like the trees are dying. But they're not really, they're just going into hibernation for the winter. And the leaves fill other purposes too; they make a mulch that feeds the ground when there's not much else there, they give materials for animals to make warm places to stay in the cold, and...

[There's a pause, as a grin breaks out over his face and he drops the rake on the lawn.]

...they're perfect for jumping in! YAHOOOOO!

[And suddenly there's scattered leaves all over the lawn again, as Cain rolls over laughing. This place and the situation may not be the ideal, but he was an optimist by nature and he had never had the chance to roll in leaves before, he's damned if he'll waste the opportunity now.]

I hope some of you will come to join me, or tell me about other fun things to do in this season! What are your favourite ways to pass the time? Now that I have the opportunity, I'd love to try them all out.

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...I want to hug and tickle you. Lucky tickle monsters are excellent multi-taskers, huh?!

[YEAH WE'RE BACK TO THE TICKLING. YOUR ARMPITS? ARE FORFEIT IN THIS GAME OF WAR.]

Y-You're not a tickle monster! You're a c... clone... HAHAHA.

[Darn! Now he's trying to wriggle away again.]

[flksjdf mmph :| don't you bring the 'c' word into it.

he's flopping over on him again. yeah, we're in the squish fight. AGAIN.]

TICKLE MONSTER!

[This is highly unfair, he has much less to squish with than Abel does. ):

Rolling to try and escape being utterly pinned, grabs the table leg for leverage and tries to pull himself under and away.]

[watch him play the dead weight game.]

...My, even the tile seems all wiggly today! I wonder if this is a trend...

Abeeeel!

You're squashing me, I might die!

[Wheezing, gasping.]

[my, he mysteriously has enough sense to know just where to poke certain little ribs for tickling!!]

Eh? ...And what's this, I wonder?

[It takes all his effort of will not to laugh while being tickled, instead just going limp and still.

SEE, FATTY, YOU SQUASHED HIM DEAD.]

[flskdjf CAIN DON'T DO THAT. he's poking... POKING...

if he tickles you enough you'll eventually cave.]

[Nope. He has very good control of himself, years of practice.

He's dead.

Look how dead he is.]

...Well, then! Since the little ticklish boy has been defeated by the evil monster, I suppose I can resume my efforts to throw away all his salmon undisturbed!

[He doesn't move.

He's biding his time. Waiting.... waaaaiting.]

[...mmph...

he grumbles under his breath to himself as he climbs to his feet, sighing. FINE THEN, BE LIKE THAT... he's just going to pretend to rummage around in the fridge like he's LOOKING FOR YOUR FISH STASH. yeah.]

[Slowly, steathily, he rolls over onto his belly and starts commando crawling towards Abel.

Before LEAPING at his legs and tickling his ribs fiercely!]

[OH MY GOD squawks in the least manly fashion of anyone ever, banging his head on the top of the fridge--]

[and trips back -- but thankfully, the counter is there to catch him. OLSJDLKFJLKSJDF--]

H-HAHAHA--- HEY!! Q-- quit it, I'm-- ahahahaha!! really-- t... ticklish, that's-- [WHEEZE]

[He just scrambles to a position of better tactical advantage (aka, a chair) and keeps up the onslaught.]

NOW WHO IS THE TICKLE MONSTER?

[N-NOOOO HIS LIFE--

he's just about slumped and breathless against the counter, curling up like a ball to try and deflect this MERCILESS ATTACK.]

S-- stop I give up I give up don't KILL ME--