[The problem with being extremely ticklish is that reacting to it is involuntary. In other words, Dirk flinches away from Jake's hand the moment it touches him.]
Really, you're acting as if you're attending the funeral of your hair.
[Jake moves so that he's in front of his friend and starts fixing it up. If anything, he's doing a fairly decent job until Dirk can get a mirror and be all "professional" on it.]
[Really, there's nothing he can do except trust that Jake's doing an okay job. And watch his face as he fixes it. Really, it's a good thing he's wearing his sunglasses, and that Jake's attention is on his hair. Otherwise this would be pretty awkward.]
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Fuck-
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JAKE used TICKLE! It's super effective!]
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Jake- Jake, no I swear to god, stop- I will fucking end you-
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Do I win? Do I?
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[He tries to hold out, but he's laughing again within the moment, trying to protect his sides and push Jake's hands away at the same time.]
Okay, okay, you win, now stop it-
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English: 1, Strider: 0. I didn't realize you were so ticklish!
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Jesus christ. You think I did?
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No, but now we both know! [And somebody's best friend is totally going to exploit it whenever the chance arises.]
You should laugh and smile a little more.
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[He's going to stand across the room from Jake for the rest of forever.]
[But now it's time to get off the floor. He picks up one of the abandoned pillows and tosses it at Jake.]
I will never want to laugh that much again. God, my fucking sides hurt.
[But he's still kind of smiling.]
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That's because you're out of shape for laughing.
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[Okay, he can't contain it.]
Dirk, I'm sorry to say it, truly I am, but...your hair...it's kind of messed up.
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[And he reaches up to check before he can even think to stop himself.]
Fuck. [Time to drop everything and fix it.]
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Dirk, it looks just fine!
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It's messed up, that means it's not fine.
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Fine. I guess you can't do any worse.
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Really, you're acting as if you're attending the funeral of your hair.
[Jake moves so that he's in front of his friend and starts fixing it up. If anything, he's doing a fairly decent job until Dirk can get a mirror and be all "professional" on it.]
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[Really, there's nothing he can do except trust that Jake's doing an okay job. And watch his face as he fixes it. Really, it's a good thing he's wearing his sunglasses, and that Jake's attention is on his hair. Otherwise this would be pretty awkward.]
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[Yeah, Jake is pretty focused on this hair business. He sits back when he's got it at least straightened somewhat out to Dirk's normal style.]
There! That should hold until you can do it yourself.
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Being a teenager with a crush is hard, okay.
He almost goes to touch his hair, but thinks better of it.]
You tryin' to compare me to Shakespeare, English? Sorry to say the only way I'm like the play is my sick mastery of language.
Thanks.
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[And Jake needs to stop being clueless about these situations he gets them into.]
Anytime.
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I'm flattered.
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I should head out to train. See you at dinner?
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