Jim's Lean-To

"N-n-no!!" I laughed uncontrollably

I paused my tickling. "Admit it or feel the ultimate tickling sensation."

"Never!"

I cracked my knuckles. "Your choice, sir." I smiled and tickled every possible tickle spot on him.

I laughed and laugh. "Cant... Breathe...!" I laughed.

I stopped, unsure if that was truth or he was just kidding around. "Are you serious?" I asked urgently. I lunged for his inhaler.

I looked at him with concern brightly drawn on my face. "Thanks. Basketball." I jumped back over to him and felt his forehead. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine! Too much laughing," I say. "Hey, don't worry! Im fine!"

"Are you sure?" I asked carefully. "This could be sign of the Amazonian Black-blood Virus."

"No, I'm fine,"

I raised an eyebrow. "I'll make you some prune juice."

I groaned. "But I don't want prune juice!" I said with a slight smile.

"But the question is, 'do you need it?' And the answer is, 'yes!'" I stood up and searched around for some plums.

"But I dont need prune juice!" I wailed like a four year old
OOC sorry, I totally spaced!

"Don't lie!" I checked his pulse again quickly.

I took her shoulders and looked her dead in the eyes. "I'm ok," I said softly. "I promise,"

OOC are you okay? You haven't been on in a while...

I nodded slowly, suddenly sidetracked. Wow, I loved his hair. I reached up a hand leisurely to poke a strand. "Poke."
Ooc: Yeah, school and other stuff came up; I'll be trying my hardest to respond

I laughed. "... What are you doing?"

"Your hair....It's attractive." I mumbled in a semi-trance. I twirled the strand between my fingers.

I laughed. "So are we just gonna start braiding eachother's hair now?"

I nodded. "Uh huh."

"You're sort of in a trance!" I laugh.

"Because it's so amazing!" I laughed some and made his hair like a mustache. "Amazing."