[He doesn't grunt at the poke this time, expecting it -- but being tickled is unexpected, and Takatora laughs and squirms helplessly. It's Yoshitsugu's own fault if he gets elbows or kneed: any jerk of his large limbs is completely out of his control. Eventually he manages to pin Yoshitsugu's hand in the grass beneath them, and he gulps in air as his uncontrolled laughter fades. A rare smile shapes his mouth in its wake.]
It wasn't the lesson I meant to teach you, but... This almost takes me back.
[It's been an age since he felt this light-hearted, even if it's nothing more than accidental exposure. Still, it wouldn't have felt right without Yoshitsugu's company -- feeling no side-effects himself, he saw no reason not to share.
They were young once, and even if they can never be again, it's nice to remember.]
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It wasn't the lesson I meant to teach you, but... This almost takes me back.
[It's been an age since he felt this light-hearted, even if it's nothing more than accidental exposure. Still, it wouldn't have felt right without Yoshitsugu's company -- feeling no side-effects himself, he saw no reason not to share.
They were young once, and even if they can never be again, it's nice to remember.]