[Oh, he saw that, and his hands immediately to work--or they would if Maya didn't catch them before they reached her midsection. Nimble fingers flail mid-air as they struggle to grasp at that waist, ready for tickling...only to be held back by one determined miko.]
If you're not ticklish then why are you stopping me?
[Laughter escapes, leaning forward just a little bit more.]
no subject
If you're not ticklish then why are you stopping me?
[Laughter escapes, leaning forward just a little bit more.]
My eyes are perfect!