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You can tickle any MALE character listed. Keep in mind YOU tickle THEM, and this is males only. You can tickle them as another character, male or female.- Light
- L
- Near
- Mello
- Matt
- Matsuda
- Mikami
- Aizawa
- Mogi
- Raye
Have fun!
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"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHAHA! *Snorts* STAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Matsuda's laughter escalates in volume and pitch.
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"Why should I? You can't tell anyone. And there's no one here to help you. By the way... have you thought more about helping me get in on the case?"
Softly smiling, Light grabbed low on Matsuda's sides, holding him in place and squeezing to tease.
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Ohhh, sounds fun! Could I tickle Mello as Near?
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Sure! Any situation?
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Hmm...Mello and Near are meeting up alone at some point during the Kira case, Near accidentally discovers that Mello's ticklish and basically becomes fascinated by his reaction because he's never really experienced tickling in any form or fashion.
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Sure. You start.
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(Alright!)
Near sits patiently upon the floor of their specified meeting placeβa hotel room, and he is alone, just as he agreed. Admittedly, being in a place such as this without at least one of the SPK members present makes him feel the faintest bit anxious, but Rester had taken care of reserving the room for him, at least. His dark eyes dart up toward the clock every once in awhile and, right on cue, the room door swings open and scatters his tower of playing cards across the carpet. A hand lifts and his fingers begin lightly twirling a lock of his white hair; some may call it a nervous habit, but he certainly isn't nervous.
"Mello," he greets the blond standing in the doorway, one knee tucked against his chest, "You seem well."
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Mello entered the room, his arms crossed. "I see you are still playing with those toys." He shot back. He had been stuck in traffic for 30 minutes, and Mello was not the most happy camper even when things went as planned.
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If the quieter male was insulted by Mello's retort, it certainly didn't show in his expression; no, his jabs and short temper were both traits that Near had long grown accustomed to over the years. In fact, he realized, he felt a strange sense of fondness and familiarity for the blond's demeanor that he hadn't taken note of before...he wouldn't dare so much as hint that he had missed him, however, as it would likely just result in the other laughing in his face.
With the hand that wasn't toying with his hair, Near gestured for Mello to close the door behind him. "I came alone, as promised. I assume you did the same."
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Mello shut the door. "Of course. However, my men are a few blocks away, should there be an...interuption." Mello said.
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Near nods in approval of his precautions, his dark eyes briefly wandering downwards to the blond's boots as he steps further into the room, and he reaches out with pale fingers to move aside some of the scattered playing cards, lest the other step all over them. He suspects that Mello would do that simply to spite him, but he keeps that thought to himself.
"There are no cameras and no wires," he remarks. "Everything that occurs in this room will stay between us."
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"I would hope so." Mello mumbled, plopping down on the couch near Near(no pun intended). The older teen watched his rival.
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Near's dark eyes follow the blond's movements as he draws closer and, inadvertently, he finds himself eyeing the scarred portion of Mello's facial features, though not with any sort of repulsionβrather, he felt an odd sense of fascination at how the burns differed from the rest of his skin, and there was a sudden, nagging desire to trace his scars and feel the different texture...realizing then then where his thoughts have wandered, the snow-haired boy hastily tears his gaze from him and quickly distracts himself with carefully rebuilding the stack of playing cards.
If he's lucky, his usual stoic expression would mask the difference in his demeanor...but, Mello was always better at reading him than most others, even if he didn't realize it.
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Mello raised an eyebrow. "What is up with you? You are a little TOO silent. If I didn't know any better, I'd say for once you are distracted."
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There's a brief moment where he pauses in response to Mello's words, clutching a playing card between two of his fingers, then he finds himself almost sheepishly toying with a strand of his white locks; it's a dilemma, because, regardless of whether or not he denies the accusation, the blond will most certainly pry. Even if he wanted to, though, he wouldn't quite know how to voice the thoughts that were running through his mind without sounding ridiculous.
"...it's nothing important," Near remarks simply, and silently hopes Mello will leave it at that.
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"Everything you think about is 'important' to you, or else you would think that thinking about it is just a waste of time." Mello said.
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He pauses once again, then breathes a quiet, nearly inaudible sigh, almost feeling the faintest prickle of irritation that Mello had raised a fair point. "Very well, I will concede to that, but it is still nothing that is important to you," Near retorts, nonetheless still not particularly keen on explaining himself. He's grown used to the blond's jabs and biting remarks over the years, certainly, but he didn't want to be laughed at this time. Not about this...whatever this was.
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Mello grumbled to himself, popping a small piece of chocolate in his mouth. "So are we gonna talk or what?...."
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The air around them felt a slight bit more tense, at least to Near, but he was nonetheless relieved that Mello had dropped the subject. Still, it took a somewhat of an effort to nudge those nagging thoughts to the side and focus his attention elsewhere. "You have yet to point a gun at my head. I suppose this is good progress," he remarks, perhaps in jest, but you never really could tell with him...he once again began busying himself with the stack of cards in an attempt to ease his nerves a little.
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Mello grunted. "No point. I already took out my anger on a tree on god way here." He said.
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There's the tiniest hint of an amused smirk that forms on Near's features, only slight, but still noticeable. "The last time we spoke, you were repulsed by merely being in the same room as me," he remarks, sparing Mello a glance from the corner of his eye. "What changed?"
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"The fact Kira has not been caught yet chanted things." Mello said, though this was not completely true. He had to admit, something changed other than the case.
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"...I suppose that's true," Near concedes, his attention returning to the playing cards; he can't help the flicker of disappointment that he feels, but he didn't know what other response he expected from Mello. Still, it's nice enough that his presence didn't seem to drive the blond up the wall as much as it used to, even if it's solely because of the circumstances.
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Mello leaned back, closing his eyes and popping another piece of chocolate into his mouth.
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It's then that Near realized exactly what was different between them; Mello was allowing himself to relax in his presence, a stark contrast to their prior encounters where the blond's expression held a constant sneer and the tension was so palpable that it could be pierced with a knife. This knowledge brought a curious thought to the forefront of his mind and, against his better judgement, he found himself voicing it.
"Mello," he addressed him, keeping his tone level, but his fingers had paused in their movements, "You told me once before that you hate me. Is that still true?"
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Mello opened his eyes, mating at the albino boy on the floor. "What would you care?" He asked. Then he realized something; Near wasn't working. Not once had he actually tried to bring up the reason Mello had came in the first place.
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Near could easily tell the blond that it was only him that had been bitter all this time, that this whole rivalry had been one-sided from the very beginning, but he doubted Mello would appreciate that. Therefore, he silently mulled over his thoughts for a few moments more, thinking carefully about what he wanted to say and how to go about saying it, then evenly met the other's questioning gaze with those dark eyes of his. "Do you still hate me, Mello?" he pressed, seeming somewhat insistent.
He was...fond of Mello, he realized. He always had been, in a way, but that emotion had grown and developed into something that he couldn't quite place.
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"Like I would ever tell you." Mello muttered, leaning back, crossing his arms, and closing his eyes.
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He should've anticipated Mello's stubbornness, of course, and while this wasn't necessarily the response Near wanted from him, it was relieving that the blond hadn't immediately confirmed his inquiry. Another small sigh left his lips and he found himself sparing a glance toward him from the corner of his eye once more, feeling that same, nagging desire from earlier...then, the words left him before he had given them the slightest thought.
"...I never hated you."
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Mello tensed up, keeping his eyes shut. He remained silent.
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Near watched him wordlessly for a few moments, his dark eyes not missing the way Mello's form grew tense. Perhaps he had raised his hopes too high...or, damaged what little peace had settled between him and the blond, and he found this thought to be more distressing. Upsetting, even, and a frown is prominent on his features when he turns his gaze from him, fingers toying with his curls in a somewhat anxious manner.
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Mello nudged the tip of his boot into the albino's side to get his attention.
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The action made Near jolt just slightly and blink as he was tugged from his pondering thoughts. He tilted his head a little, glancing over at Mello in silent inquiry.
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Mello raised an eyebrow. It was rare that Near ever showed much of a physical reaction to things. "What was that?"
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"..." Near himself wasn't sure why he had reacted in such a manner; perhaps he had simply been startled by the action, or maybe it was how unused he honestly was to being touched. Whatever the case, he gave a slight shake of his head.
"I don't know."
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Mello, though he would never admit it allowed, became curious as to why Near had flinched. He slightly nudged his side again.
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Once again, the prod from his boot made Near recoil slightly once more, as if on reflex. It certainly hadn't hurt, but the sensation, whatever it was, prompted him to somewhat shy away from the touch.
"Mello?" he spoke expectantly, desiring an explanation for the continued nudging.
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Mello had to admit he was intrigued. Then it hit him. "Oh my God, 'Mr. Perfect' is ticklish!"
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Near blinked, slightly taken aback by the blond's sudden declaration, but it wasn't really that far-fetched of a claim; he so rarely allowed anyone to touch him, after all, so it was reasonable that he would be especially sensitive to touch. Still, Mello's accusatory tone did bring a slight flicker of embarrassment and prompted him to twirl his hair sheepishly.
"I don't see how this discovery benefits you."
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Mello almost rolled his eyes at that. He found this new fact rather....amusing. So Near DID have a weakness.
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"...you should know that I'm not used to being touched," Near remarked simply, his gaze leaving Mello and returning to the tower of playing cards that had gotten rather tall by now.
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Mello scoffed. "Obviously. Though the thought of hearing you squeal like a girl brings me satisfaction."
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Near spared a sideways glance towards the blond with a slight frown of displeasure. "I would not squeal."
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"I bet you would." Mello smirked.
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Near wanted to retort that Mello had no proof for such a claim, but that would involve indulging the blond further. Instead, he seemed to pay the subject no further heed as he turned his attention from him. "Believe what you will."
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Mello knew it would be childish and stupid, but he HAD to do it. This was the first weakness the albino had ever shown, and he had to exploit it. Like a snake, the blonde's fingers darted out, grabbing Near's sides and squeezing.
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It wasn't as if Near hadn't anticipated the action, but he was nonetheless unprepared for the sheer sensation that coursed through him when Mello seized his sides so suddenly. An audible gasp escaped his lips as he jolted and inadvertently knocked over the tower of playing card in the process. "Mello...!" he uttered, a noticeable falter in his typically level tone and he was rather obviously resisting the urge to fidget under the blond's touch.
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Mello smirked in an almost evil way. "Come on, it's not like you didn't anticipate this." He said, believing this to be true as he squeezed the teens sides.
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The blond isn't wrong, but that didn't stop Near from biting his tongue and forcing back yet another sound that threatened to leave him. He would have berated Mello for the childish nature of his actions if the risk of his control slipping wasn't present; he could practically feel the maliciousness in the other's expression and he doubted that he would be fully satisfied until he managed to force a reaction from him. He placed his own hands over Mello's, attempting to cease the incessant squeezing.
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Mello, believe it or not, was very skilled and experienced with tickling. This was mostly due to Matt trying to sneak attack him whenever his video game died. Mello moved one hand to Near's stomach, keeping the other latched to his side.
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