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Ranboo had only stayed with Philza and Techno for a few weeks and he already was feeling more comfortable. Sure, it was a bit awkward at first, but it was a feeling that faded with time. Fast forward to now.
Ranboo and Philza were on the sofa, with Ranboo tucked into the winged man’s side and wrapped in black feathers. Every so often, the wing would shift and brush against Ranboo’s neck, making him chirp and Phil smile fondly at the mess of white and black hair nestled into his chest. Some of those movements may have been on purpose and Ranboo knew that but he was too comfortable to move.
He only started to shift and smile when he felt softness ruffle against his side. Ranboo squirmed a little and looked up at the bird hybrid, who was pretending to not know what was happening. The feathers pushed his shirt up and started towards his ribs, making steady giggles burst out of Ranboo’s mouth as he melted into a puddle at Philza’s side.
“Try his stomach”
Ranboo blushed dark purple as Techno walked into the room. He sat on the Enderman hybrid’s other side and pulled him into his lap. So enough, his giggles turned to laughter as he felt the light skittering of Phil’s claws across his 2-toned belly. At this point, Ranboo was a worm in Techno’s lap, but he wasn’t actually trying to stop the tickles.
He appreciated the tactile comfort and welcomed it with open, or, flailing arms. It became a lot more difficult when the hands that were holding him started spidering on his upper ribs. Ranboo let out an Enderman-like screech and his laughter went silent.
Phil and Techno rubbed away the ghost tickles and Ranboo snuggled himself in between the two of them. He fell asleep feeling safety and comfort he didn’t feel anywhere else.