You had been best friends with Noah as long as you could remember, and you’d told each other every single one of your secrets, which meant that you knew he was a Tickler (or Ler for short). He’d been really hesitant and nervous to tell you at first, but once you accepted him you’d been closer than ever. However, this also meant you were now frequently the target of his Ler moods (not that you were complaining), and there would be at least one time per hangout that you’d end up getting tickled to shreds.

Tonight you were having a sleepover at his house. It was around midnight, and you were playing Animal Crossing on your switch. He had apparently gotten bored of hearing you ramble about that villager you hated, because before you knew it there were suddenly fingers at your sides, scribbling and spidering against them.