Fifth floor common room, Thursday around noon

[nadiathesaint]

Vacation was all well and good, but Nadia was starting to get bored. So she was out in the common room, listening to the CDs she'd gotten yesterday, with her laptop. One window on it had notes for the "Evil flying pink pony awareness party", the other had her somewhat neglected epic adventure story.

Yes, Elena and Marco were currently being attacked by evil, flying pink ponies. And a new friend, Tad, had appeared in the narrative. He was a very tall Filipino with a penchant for flirting with . . . well, just about anyone, but especially Jean, the skateboarding star from Quebec.

[ooc: another day, another bout of absolutely nothing going on at work. Open!!]

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had, in fact, been expecting the feel copping and was thus entirely unprepared for suddenly being scooped up.

She was quite glad she had a toughbook when her laptop went tumbling.

She laughed and obliged him with leg kicking as she tried to squirm away.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

All that squirming might provide even better opportunities for feel copping. All accidentally, of course.

Walter did his best to keep up with squirming, kicking, laughing Nadia with more growly, gnawing, monstery noises and mock chomping.

[nadiathesaint]

Well, now, there really was only one means of escape from this growly, gnawing monster of a boyfriend, wasn't there. Nadia squirmed around again, then aimed stiffened fingers at his sides for a devious, ninja-hand tickle attack.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Nadia was pulling out the serious offense, was she? It was hardly fair when she wasn't ticklish at all.

Walter squirmed under the attack, growls now definitely mixed with laughs and tried to at least get enough monstering in to blow a raspberry on her belly before he had to put her down.

[nadiathesaint]

That got a startled squeak out of Nadia, who was not as completely not ticklish when she wasn't expecting an attack. She flailed a teeny bit more, then attacked his sides more viciously, giggling all the while.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter melodramatically (but carefully, because knees are valuable) dropped to his knees and howled. He wanted to think it sounded mournful and like a creature on the brink of death when all it wanted was to be loved.

What it really sounded like was a guy trying to imitate a heartsick basset hound while being tickled and laughing.

[nadiathesaint]

Still, Nadia picked up on the cue and with a dramatic hand pressed to her forehead, cried "Oh you poor misunderstood creature!" and threw her arms around him.

Better position for more tickling, if nothing else.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

And meant she was probably coming with him as his dramatic death scene continued with a flop onto his back and exaggerated twitches helped along by Nadia's attempts at tickling.

Oh woe. Woe, woe, woe.

Which was rather ruined by the barely suppressed snickers of the corpse.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia hefted up the giggling corpse to properly mourn by pulling Walter into her lap. What? That's what they always did in those old movies. "Oh, woe! But never fear! I shall bring you back to life!"

The secret to reanimating a "dead" boyfriend?

Well, kissing might work, but this was a common room. So Nadia went with more tickling.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

As though the common room had not been witness to acts of kissy of all varieties.

Walter didn't pull out the anti-giggle big guns, which included mental images of Alfred in swim trunks, and eventually gave up the pretense of death in favor of sniggering.

"My hero!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands to his chest in the time-honored manner of damsels in distress for their rescuers.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia struck a seated heroic pose, which, Walter would probably be pleased to note, involved her not tickling him right then. "Never fear, poor creature, I will protect you!"