[What Ignis should be doing is attempting to get his hands on Gladio's own ticklish spots to find out if they are still ticklish or not. What he is doing, after the big lug topples them off the log, is attempting to catch his breath while not choking on laughter at the same time. His hands push ineffectually against the Shield's chest, as his face turns red from the laughter and the struggling.]
I know what you want and I refuse! I flat out refuse! [Of course, considering how breathless he sounds, he might have no choice here very soon.]
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I know what you want and I refuse! I flat out refuse!
[Of course, considering how breathless he sounds, he might have no choice here very soon.]