As Dawn continues to scrape her nails along your sides, you can't help but writh around in ticklish agony.
"Hold still" Dawn Giggles as you try to avoid her fingers, only to run into the other hand.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAWAYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" you squeal, still trying to avoid Dawn's nails. grinning at this, she slides he hands under your shirt and gives your now exposed sides a quick tickle, causing you to shriek with laughter, before pushing your shirt up to your collarbone.
"suit yourself" she says moving her hands to your exposed ribs.
"You wouldn't" you say nervously.
"Give up?" Dawn asks teasingly.
"NO WAY" you say, you competitive side barging fear out of the way.
"ok, if you insist" dawn says with a giggle. her nails then began to slide across and inbetween your ribs. simply put, you lose it.
"me and my big moutHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" you manage to say before you dissolve into helpless laughter.
"This is turning out to be a rather fun game" Dawn says, giggling to herself.
"THIS. IS. TORTURE." is your thoughts as you scream, squeal and shriek with laughter. "me and my big mouth"
"ok, what should i do now?" Dawn thinks as her nails slide across your ribs.
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