he takes out a feather from the bag, staring at it. "this was one of yours, yes?" the Noctowl nodded. "yeap, perfectly designed for tickling!" it said proudly. the hooded figure stared at it for a few moments more, then bent down to face you. you blankly stare at the feather; you knew what was coming next. he took out another feather and began skillfully tracing them up and down your sides. you began to giggle and squirm. he rubs them faster, applying more slight pressure. "Stohohohahahahop!! hahahaha!" you say. the figure suddenly stopped. "what's wrong, master? is something the matter?" the cloaked figure turned to look at the small owl pokemon. "no, it is nothing. it just seems... i am out of practice. as you know, i am a very busy-" he stopped. "being," he said." i would absolutely love to stay here and tickle this Raichu silly, but i have other matters to attend to. would you mind taking over?" "but of course, master!" the hooded figure leaves the room. the noctowl looks at you and...
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