[There is one side effect to tumbling off the log that Gladio has not thought through. It doesn't even occur to him until Ignis' hands are against his chest, the blond flushed and breathless and Gladio's on top of him, pinning him down with his weight but still tickling. Ignis shifts under him and Gladio has to give up one hand to balance himself so he doesn't fall over on top of him.
And he is abruptly very keenly aware of their position, of how good it is to hear Ignis laugh like that and how beautiful he is, cheeks flushed and smiling and the very thing he told himself he wasn't going to do is at the forefront of his mind again. There wouldn't even be much distance to close between them.
The wiggling of his fingers slows, stops, but he's still leaning over Ignis, smiling, breathing almost as hard just from laughing at him. And there's a hesitation, one brief moment where everything sort of stops, even Gladio's breathing.
And then he sits up, chuckles again and reaches down to pull Ignis back up into a sitting position.]
At least one of us is still ticklish. [But why does he sound almost.. shy about that observation?]
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And he is abruptly very keenly aware of their position, of how good it is to hear Ignis laugh like that and how beautiful he is, cheeks flushed and smiling and the very thing he told himself he wasn't going to do is at the forefront of his mind again. There wouldn't even be much distance to close between them.
The wiggling of his fingers slows, stops, but he's still leaning over Ignis, smiling, breathing almost as hard just from laughing at him. And there's a hesitation, one brief moment where everything sort of stops, even Gladio's breathing.
And then he sits up, chuckles again and reaches down to pull Ignis back up into a sitting position.]
At least one of us is still ticklish. [But why does he sound almost.. shy about that observation?]