Phantom Hollow All decent predictions rhyme.

Innocently Damien believed that his son had tried to do the same to him and was attempting to tickle his belly, but if he'd known the real intentions behind those actions he would have felt rather awkward. But as he didn't he continued to gently bop his son's tender skin here and there, aiming for the most ticklish spots. His son't laughter was unbearably cute, and it brought forth a big smile and chuckled of his own. He wondered where @Nyx was, wishing that she too was witnessing their son's joy alongside him.

Tiny, tender paws flailed about his snot, seemingly attempting to free Venamis from dad's merciless tickle attack. And for a while it didn't really do anything, but as it was only natural the spiderling had started developping what would soon be a mortal weapon. His claws. A stray one unexpectedly found Damien's nose, scratching its tender skin enough to make him yap and pull away from the little one. Ow! the dark king groaned and licked his nose. Those things were already dangerous! We have a little assassin on the making here, don't we? he pondered aloud as though his son could understand him.