The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

The lack of classes meant Arthur would be spending more time in the salle than usual (if that was even possible), and he hadn't wasted too much time getting there that morning. His arm was coming along nicely, and so he took a practice blade for his left.

Might as well get some simple drills in while he waited.

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[momslilassassin]

"You also have cute toes," he said, blocking her shot.

[weetuskenraider]

"But," Tahiri said, flipping over his head now and trying to sweep his legs again, "I'm still not getting a foot massage, am I?"

[momslilassassin]

"Nope," Ben declared, leaping at her as he avoided her staff's movement. Tackling was probably not on the accepted list of maneuvers.

[weetuskenraider]

Not if you were playing by the rulebook, anyway.

"Hey!" Tahiri burst out, laughing, but she'd brought her staff too far out of line for a block.

[momslilassassin]

Ben tried to sit on her. "You didn't say I couldn't," he said.

[weetuskenraider]

And now she was on the floor, playing the part of a cushion, apparently. "Next time, I'll make sure to be more specific," Tahiri said, mock-glaring up at him.

[momslilassassin]

"No sitting on me, Ben," he said in an absolutely terrible imitation of her voice.

[weetuskenraider]

"I don't sound like that," Tahiri said, and tried to tickle him.

[momslilassassin]

"Sure you do," Ben said, giggling.

[weetuskenraider]

"Do not," Tahiri insisted, trying to squirm away.

[momslilassassin]

"Do too," Ben insisted maturely.

[weetuskenraider]

"Do -- argh!" Okay, she wasn't trying all that hard to get away. "Do not!"

This was such a sophisticated argument.

[momslilassassin]

At some point, Ben might realize this wasn't the most appropriate venue for a tickle fight.

That point...wasn't now.

"Do too," he said, trying to tickle under her ribs.

[weetuskenraider]

"Do not," Tahiri insisted, because it was such an effective line of reasoning. She squirmed, giggling, and tried to get him in the ribs too. That was harder when you were being sat on. "Stop it stop it!"

No, the appropriate-venue thing hadn't occurred to her either, but like that was a surprise?

[momslilassassin]

"Why should I?" Ben asked.

[weetuskenraider]

"Because you're sitting on me, you big dork," Tahiri managed between giggles. "It's not a fair tickle fight!"

[momslilassassin]

"And tickle fights are supposed to be fair?" he replied.

[weetuskenraider]

Just for that, she tried to get him beneath the ribs again. "Well, no, but . . ."

[momslilassassin]

Ben began giggling some more. "Then I don't see the problem."

Dork.

[weetuskenraider]

"It'll be a problem if I can't breathe any more," Tahiri pointed out. Whether that would be from the laughing or the getting sat on . . .

[momslilassassin]

Ben leaned in. "Is that really a problem?"

[weetuskenraider]

"I'm just saying it might be," Tahiri insisted, her eyes twinkling as she halfheartedly tried to squirm away again.

[momslilassassin]

Ben moved onto the mat. "Better?"

[weetuskenraider]

"Kind of," Tahiri said, and reached out to tickle him again.

[momslilassassin]

Though Ben would deny it forever, he totally squeaked when she did that.