[ Wriothesley thinks he's going to get off easy for that one, doesn't he?

(Well. He's right.) ]

Tiring out by tickling me? [ Kizuna pokes his chest, knowing well there's not a ticklish spot on this man that he could find and not get destroyed for in the process. ] That seems skewed in someone's favor.

[ Coughing a little to clear the hoarseness from his voice, Kizuna settles as much as he can after being so riled up, dragging his heel thoughtfully up the line of the other man's shin. ]

Too much energy is a problem, though. What to do about that...