You’re working like usual on the ship when something snakes up your arm, binding your arms effectively over your head. You are taken by surprise, and glanced up. You immediately recognise the tendril as one of the ones on the ship, but—

You can help but giggle as another tendril prods your side, and you hear a smug voice in your ear via earpiece. “Wow, didn’t know yer that ticklish, Kitten.” Osamu comments, another tendril appearing to poke your other side.