Nicki started laughing hysterically as Kaz poked her repeatedly. She was really, very tickilish. She was usually better about avoiding the attacks but she was very comfortable with Kaz and hadn't put any room between them. She fought to twist away from Kaz's fingers. "Uncle! UNCLE" she screamed, chuckling all the while.

Kaz was surprised at how tickilish Nicki was. He almost stopped when he noticed, but he kept it up. He was getting her back for making him go brain dead. "Uncle? What's uncle?" Kaz switched from just pokes to full on tickiling. When she started to twitch and squirm, in the throws of what he could only describe as ready to wet one's self, he stopped and gave her a hug. "Cheeks hurt yet?"

Nicki, still laughing, barely got her arms around Kaz she was still convulsing so much. "Oh gosh, that was really bad..." Nicki trailed off, chuckling again as she pushed her forehead against Kaz's chest. "Ug, my cheeks hurt a little but it's my stomach that's really gonna die..." Nicki let a few more giggles escape and than tightened her hold on Kaz.

"Really bad? I thought it was pretty good. All those giggles you were making. Pretty cute." Looking down at her, "I think if something bad happens enough times, something good comes out of it, right? So should I start again?" Playfully he started moving his fingers on her back, just to get a small reaction out of her, before stopping. "If your stomach hurts, I can carry you until it feels better." He said before he gave her a small kiss on the top of her head.

Nicki twisted away a little as Kaz started tickling again. She smiled as she settled back into Kaz's embrace, blushing rather deeply as Kaz kissed her forehead.

"I appreciate the offer for the whole Damnsel in Distress thing, but you really don't have to carry me. In fact, don't...you'd probably start tickling me as we're walking" Nicki smiled again, looking up at Kaz.

"You're welcome, but are you sure? I won't tickle you, Scout's Honor." He gave her a knowing smile. "Just a question: Would you like some water, or to find some shade, you're a bit red." Kaz couldn't help himself, it came out without him thinking of saying it or not.

"You know, I was about to say you're cute cause of that whole Scout's honor thing but you totally ruined it" Nicki hit Kaz in the stomach playfully, shaking her head. "I can't help it that I am unbelievably tickilish okay? It's genetic...probably" Nicki shrugged, cuddiling back closer to Kaz.

Again, when Nicki hit Kaz in the stomach, his muscles tensed and flexed. His body was responding to what he was seeing. Though he can control his movements and most everything about his mutation, this is what he couldn't control. He can't tell his body not to protect him. Even knowing Nicki wasn't a threat, and that she can't and won't cause him any harm, his body still protects him instictively. "Well, you did say it." Kaz smiled at her and stuck his tongue out a bit. "I know of a way to stop being so tickilish."

"Oh?" Nicki asked, leaning back and taking Kaz's hand, starting to walk down the busy streets again. "And how, pray tell, is that Mr. Kaz?" she asked, looking over to him again. She had heard a lot of the little tricks to make you less ticklish; she was interested to hear his version.

Kaz nearly cringed when she called him 'Mr', "Ouch..." Kaz's face looked like he had just heard an ear shatering screech. "Pleeaaaaaaaaaaase, don't call me that again. Gonna make me feel old." He chuckled and looked at her. "Well, theres only one way that I know of, I've never known it to fail." He paused, letting the silence and suspence build for a short time. "You have to be tickled even more, and concously force your body not to be tickilish. After you do that enough, it becomes built in, to the point the only time you get tickled is when you let yourself, or when you're caught completely off guard, or just very randomly, but even then, you can force it away with a little thought and a bit of will power."

Nicki rolled her eyes at the "old" comment. "Oh come on Kaz. I call everybody Mister or Miss. It's hardly a reflection on you. And you're not old," Nicki faked as though she was going to hit Kaz, but slipped her free hand back into her pocket.

"Ug...so I'd have to sit there and take all the tickles? I don't want that..." Nicki shook her head. "That sounds a bit like torture..."

"I'm glad you don't think I'm old. Though, how old do you think I am? I like Sir Kaz." Kaz smiled at her. "Well, no, you don't have to sit there. I've never known anyone to endure torture tickles. It happens over a long period of time. Like when I was tickiling you, just try and force it away." He gave her a smirk, "Though it might be hard, I am a master tickiler."

Nicki smiled, looking Kaz up and down in a more pointed way. "I'd say you're about...nineteen? Twenty maybe..."

Nicki shook her head a litte chuckling. "Oh yeah, master Tickler. All I know is if you come at me again like that, I'm fleeing."

When Nicki began to look him over, he spread his arms out, and turn to give her a good look. "Bingo, 20. How'd ya guess?" He looked at her suspiciously, then grabbed and checked his wallet, seeing his ID in it. Looking from it to her, with a playful look, "Or did you somehow sneak my wallet and check? Don't know a lot of 16 year olds who guess so well."

"... if you come at me again like that, I'm fleeing." Glacing at his hands, then up at Nicki. "Oh really?" He took a step towards her, then another, and one more, his hands up, fingers wiggling.

"Well...you look in that general area. And guys tend to look older than they really are and you look about 22" Nicki smiled, pushing him playfully. "And come on, how would I have stolen your wallet? I'm not that quick and you surely would have caught me"

As Kaz stepped closer, Nicki grabbed his hands, holding them both in her fists. "Oh no you don't young man...none of that now"