Option 2 is the winner!
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Once Patricio finished peeing and washed his paws after flushing, he unlocked the door to the bathroom and opened it, looking around at Allen's room after shutting the door behind him.
He can quickly figure out that the Leafeon is a fan of cars and racing in more ways than one, quickly spotting a couple of race car posters on the walls, two on each side of his bed, with either stock cars or open wheel cars on them. Underneath the bed, he can just barely see a Hot Wheels suitcase, and over in a storage shelf, he can see a few 1/64 cars sticking out of a basket at the bottom right, amongst some books and a few other toys. The bedsheets and pillowcases are black with a Staravia pattern on them, there's a ceiling fan above the bed that's currently off, and to his left, Patricio can see a desk with a computer, an office chair for Allen to sit in, a keyboard tray that slides out, a lamp on the headboard behind the monitor, and on the left side of the desk, a trophy on the headboard as well as a few small storage compartments containing books and two more drawers sticking out. To his right, Patricio can tell that the doors he sees lead into a closet. There are orange blackout curtains pushed out to both sides of the window, and the walls are jungle green in color.
"Whoa, nice crib, Allen." Patricio says.
"Why, thank you!" Allen smiles.
"You're welcome." Patricio replies. "And say...i know you said later, but i really want to know. What's with your, i assume...little sister wearing a diaper? She looks too old. Does she have bladder control issues or something?"
Allen can see that Patricio looks eager to find out about what he saw a minute ago, and chuckles in response.
"So, you really want to know, huh?" he asks.
"Yes." the Floragato nods.
"Okay. So...my family has this interesting tradition, where all of us, even sometimes our parents, get tickled at least once or twice, sometimes three times a day. My mom gave me my first tickles an hour ago." Allen explains, starting to blush a little at what he just mentioned. "Parents tickle us, me and the siblings tickle each other, we sometimes tickle our parents...you get it. As for Summer's diaper, well...us younger kids are usually put in a diaper or pull-up. Just in case the tickles cause any Water Gun attacks, or as my mom and little brother put it, melting."
Patricio listens to Allen, unable to help but find this rather amusing, then letting some giggles loose.
"Ihim...i'm sohorry." Patricio says between giggles. "Ihit's just...i've never heard of such a thing before. How long has this been a thing?"
"As long as i can remember. Sometime before i was born, that's all i know." Allen answers.
"I sehee...well...forgive me for asking, buhut...do you wear diapers or pull-ups too?" Patricio asks.
Allen gulps, his blush becoming more visible. "M-most of the t-time..." he admits. "But i'm n-not alone. Let's see...i'm 11. Holly is 20, Jamie is 10, and Summer is 7...so that's three of us four kids who get padded up when it's tickle time."
Patricio giggles some more. "I see...so that explains why. So, Holly's that Flareon downstairs?"
Allen gulps. "Yeah. My dad's a Torracat, and my mom's a Sylveon. Jamie's a Glaceon...he's outside with mom right now, as it's his turn to help clean the gutters. I sure feel sorry for him...that's such a pain in the ass to do."
Patricio shudders. "I c-can relate...i hate it so much when i get told to do that. Especially when neither of my sisters have ever cleaned the gutters."
"Right? At least we don't have to do it too often." Allen says.
Patricio nods. "Yeah...but anyway, it's good to know your family a little more, Allen. And knowing an...interesting thing you guys do. Strange, but to each their own. Kinda reminds me of something my own Braixen siblings like to do from time to time."
"Oh? Do tell." Allen questions.
Patricio nervously chuckles. "Casey and Sydney will sometimes scoop me up and hold me in place like a baby while the two of them spider up and down my sides, tummy and feet. It goes on for a few minutes, but it feels like an hour or more each time. I can't stand when it happens! In spite of trying to be a bit more on guard, i still get caught. I've yet to escape them once...and the laughter just gets more and more intense each time."
"Oh, gosh...well, that kinda sucks." Allen responds, frowning. "A bit of tickling here and there is fun, but i'm not one for tickle torture like your siblings seem to do."
"Oh, it's torture alright." Patricio groans. "Thanks to them, i kinda have a difficult time seeing the fun side of being tickled. Although perhaps it's just because of how my siblings are..." he says before letting out a sigh.
"I hate that." Allen says, a thought coming to the grass fox's mind immediately after saying that. He puts a forepaw to his chin...perhaps it wouldn't be the best idea at this time, but it didn't seem like it'd be too difficult to change Patricio's mind on tickles, right? Neither he nor his siblings were like what he knew of Casey and Sydney so far.
"Say, Pat." Allen speaks. "You want a hug?"
"Uh, sure." Patricio answers.
"Okay. Come here, bud!" Allen exclaims before walking over to the Floragato with his forelegs wide. Patricio is midway through opening his own arms wide, when suddenly, Allen grabs ahold of Patricio's left paw and turns him around.
"H-hey, what are you doing?" Patricio asks, Allen suddenly doing a little hop onto Patricio's back, wrapping his forelegs around the cat's midsection and holding on tightly. "H-hey! W-what gives?"
"Aww, don't worry, Patricio. It'll be fine." the Leafeon assures him.
"I h-hope so...you won't be too long, will ya? I-i don't know how long i'll be able to stand holding you up! I'm not a Blitzle or Ponyta, ya know!" Patricio shouts, now a little worried about what Allen has planned. He couldn't remember any of his old friends doing something like this!
He then feels Allen's forepaws move towards his shirt and try to lift it up. Having a good feeling of what he's in for, Patricio swats at Allen's forepaws to try and get him to stop. "Allen...d-damn it, no. I know what you're doing!"
But no matter how many swats he tries, most of them miss. And those that do land aren't anywhere near enough to deter Allen.
1: Allen is successful in getting Patricio's shirt up, and starts tickling his tummy, the Floragato soon breaking into a cute fit of giggles
2: Patricio is able to get Allen's forepaws away and once the Leafeon falls to the floor, the Floragato grins before deciding to tickle Allen himself
3: Other (Comment)
