[Lol. Don't worry ]
Her eyes widened as she stared at him. "Try it, and I'll kill you."
"Try and kill me and I kill you" he said with a big, fat smirk.He lunged and went for the stomach, tickling away.
Shrieking, she scurried backwards automatically, only to have the chair tip back. In seconds, they were on the ground, with him on top of her. "You... you are such a... Moron!"
"Call me what you want but I'm not stopping till you tell me" he said, not letting up his assault on ehr abdomen.
"Come on!" she yelled, unable to help her giggles as she tried to crawl away. "You're so mean!"
"Tell me and I'll let you go" he said, the smirk evident in his voice.
"Sing! Okay? I like to sing! That's all, I swear!" Such a jerk.
He stopped and smiled. "That's it? I thought it would be some big, dark secret. A lot of people like to sing. Don't worry." he said.
She blushed, looking away. "I told you it was stupid... I just never sing in front of people, that's all. People freak me out."
"Sing for me" he said bluntly. He was still straddling her.
"No way." She blushed even more, realising how awkward their position was.
"Ok" he said stubbornly and then he got up and sat down on a chair, crossed his arms, and faced away from her like an immature child.
Sighing, she sat up, frowning at him. Was he mad at her? Already? And they had been getting along so well, before... But she was too stubborn. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? But I told you people freak me out. And I'm pretty sure you're a person, so..."
He bust out laughing. "You think I'm a person. What mroe proof do you need" he said, back to his old normal self.
(you think I'm not a person*)
She stood up, lightly smacking his shoulder as she sat on the table. "Whatever, silly. I'm not going to. I don't even sound that great anyway."
"Whatever" he said. "I bet you sound terrible anyways" he said, planning to use reverse psychology.
"Exactly!" she agreed, smiling faintly. "I really do. It's awful... I love singing, but my voice is so... terrible."
"Yeah you are probably right. I wouldn't want to hurt my ears." he said, continuing trying to get her to sing through reverse psychology.
"Wouldn't want your ears to bleed," she said, giggling. She patted his shoulder softly. "But it's okay. I won't torture you with my horrid voice."