[Once the assault lets off Kesara gathers herself and her dignity, catlike, herself flushed and breathing hard, mouth twitching between smiles and scowls. This was very childlike, and she is normally shy of such things. But Zach brings it out of her. Bless his dear heart, she thinks with great patronizing delight.]
Learn? [And now he has said her magic word. She rolls a little to the side, just to put some space between them in case the brat forgets himself and further tickling ensues - she will scream for Vriska see if she doesn't - and arranges her hat on her head as she prepares to get comfortable.] It's a story, isn't it? Tell me!
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Learn? [And now he has said her magic word. She rolls a little to the side, just to put some space between them in case the brat forgets himself and further tickling ensues - she will scream for Vriska see if she doesn't - and arranges her hat on her head as she prepares to get comfortable.] It's a story, isn't it? Tell me!