(lmao it's December and there's been temperatures in the 60's in Massachusetts. Our weather's weird )
(heh. That sucks.) I poke Elijah. "Now tell me your ticklish spot!" I say, my nose twitching a little like a bunny's.
Elijah: *laughs* ok well my tickle spot it here. *takes her hand, making his wings appear, gently touches her hand to the tip of his wing, twitches, and chuckles taking her hand away*
"Your wings are ticklish? No fair. That means I can't tickle you all the time." I snort, brushing my hand on the tip of his wings.