“Okay Warren, you asked for it. You ready to be annihilated?”
“Bring it Princess” he replied with a smirk, raising his pillow and folding his wings behind him so they didn’t get in the way.
You ran at him, flinging your pillow and his face, he moved to block it so you grabbed his while he was distracted an began whacking him in the stomach.
Both of you laughed and nearly fell overwhelm he started attacking you with his pillow too.
He gave up on his pillow and went straight for the money shot, tickling your sides while you squealed for him to stop.
“warren!” You squealed as you continued to batter him with the pillow in an attempt to get him to cease his assault on your stomach.
You threw a particularly hard blow with the pillow to his shoulder, a few feat eyes floating in the air.
Shit.
“Oh my gosh Warren are you okay?!?!” You shouted, thinking you’d hurt his wings.
Warren nearly doubled over laughing.
“Pillows pop you know”
“I didn’t hurt your wings??”
“Do my feathers really look that small?”
“No, but I know something else of yours that does”
“Low blow Y/N, low blow”
“But you love me?”
“Yeah. You know what else I love?”
“What?”
“Tickling the shit outta you”