Redhawk Caldera summer days wasting away

Frolic snorted, amused by her own idiotic jokes as well as Seal’s reaction to them. She removed the foreleg from over her face and proffered it to her friend for assessment. She supposed she’d always known she was pretty ticklish—it came up particularly when sharing close quarters with her family, namely her brother and sister—but just now, it caught her off guard and she let out a breathy shriek as she wrenched her leg out of Seal’s grasp.

Ticklish! she wheezed, tittering as she tentatively placed her leg back in Seal’s care and did her best to sit still. But no, it doesn’t hurt. Nothing ever hurts, out came the truth before Frolic remembered she was playing a part, except for my thrapple, ‘course!