Victor caught her laughing before he caught her.
It was stupid, really. Careless. A little bubble of sound that didn't belong in a ruined supermarket with boarded windows and blood-dark footprints ground into the tiles.
She was sitting cross-legged on an upturned crate, nibbling on something sweet she'd salvaged from Victor's space, tail flicking lazily behind her. When Victor passed behind her, she leaned back into him without thinking.
That was his mistake. His fingers slipped into her ribs. She squeaked.
"Victor—!" she yelped, squirming as his grip tightened just enough to be merciless.
He didn't stop.
He tickled her like the world wasn't ending. Like there wasn't something outside learning how they moved.
Felicity dissolved instantly, laughter spilling out of her, bright and unguarded. She kicked, tail thrashing, hands grabbing blindly at his wrists.
"Stop— stop— I can't—!"
