"I am totally in love with these fuzzy socks," she said, dropping herself onto the plush couch. "They're like heaven, on my feet."
Artie grinned, as she turned around and placed her head in his lap.
"How do you know what heaven feels like? And, even more importantly, how do you know what it feels like on your feet?"
"I don't know how else to describe them," she said, sitting up and turning herself around again. "Here, you try," she said, placing her feet in his lap.
He tickled her feet for a moment, grinning as she squealed and pulled them away.
"Ok, I promise I won't do that again," he said, patting his lap. "Let's see."
She placed her feet back in his lap, and he took the right one in his hands, his fingers running over the texture of her sock.
"It feels like...something really soft," he said. "I don't know how to describe it."
She grinned. "See! I was right!"
He continued to rub his hands lightly over the socks, making sure not to tickle her.
"It's almost too soft. I can feel the fibres getting caught in the calluses on my hands," he said. "I should stop...I don't want to snag them or something."
"Artie, they're socks," she said, "You can't break them."
He grinned.
"Well, you could..." she added, "but I highly doubt that you will. Give me a word to describe them!"
He tried again. "I don't know!" he said. "They feel like a kitten."
She raised an eyebrow. "My socks feel like a kitten? How many kittens have you petted lately? Aren't you allergic?"
He grinned. "Being allergic does not stop me from petting kittens occasionally. That's what they invented allergy medicine for."
She shook her head. "No, not really."
"Hey," he said, "I cannot resist a cute kitten! Sometimes I go to the pet store in the mall just so I can secretly cuddle one."
She laughed. "I know. I went there with you last week, remember?"
"Don't tell anyone," he added. "My manhood is at stake here."
She grinned. "I think your love of kittens is adorable."
"I think you're adorable, and they definitely feel soft like a kitten," he said. "I'm sticking to that."
She laughed again. "Great, now all I can picture is a couple of little, adorable kittens stuck on my feet."
He grinned. "Picture them lying on top of your feet. Less mean, and...messy."
"Artie!" she squealed, kicking him gently in the shoulder.
He grinned, grabbed her feet, and tickled her some more.
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