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Here's the next chapter! Sorry it took awhile, mental block. Just so everyone knows, 'off button' is a term my family uses for someone's tickle spot, where they are basically helpless once you find !
The ride to the park was short and anything but quite; Oz excitedly jabbered about everything he wanted to do while they were there, thinking of endless possibilities. Once there, the trio wandered to the train trolley. As the train went round the park, they got a nice little tour of it's layout.
Oz declared that they play a game of tennis first, Gilbert happily complying. Alice, obviously, hadn't played before, so the boys had to teach her. She got the hang of it quickly, allowing them to start a game, teens to adult.
Gilbert won by a long shot, and in a pretty humorous way. It was funny to watch the two scamper around, trying to get in the path of the ball before it hit the ground.
After the tennis game Oz dragged Gilbert over to the swings. He and Alice had a contest to see who could swing highest, and after some debate Oz won. They were both swinging so high it seemed possible that they would flip over the pole the swings were attached to. When Gil suggested they move on to another activity, instead of slowing down his swing to get off, Oz jumped yelling, "Catch me!"
In a panic Gil got in the boy's line of fire, catching him on his back like a piggy back ride. Oz giggled once he was safe in his surrogate father's arms, hugging him affectionately around the neck. Gil bounced him up from his hips to his ribs since he caught him fairly low; so low he almost dropped the poor boy.
Oz guided Gil by his hair, using the black streaks as reins. They came by a water park, which Gilbert rushed into. He ran underneath a sprinkler, soaking the blond while only getting his hair wet.
"Hey!" Oz protested playfully as they left the water park. He shook his head like a dog to rid it of the water. Gil reached behind himself and ruffled the boy's hair.
Next was the open field. The three of them sat in the open green, relaxing. Gil bought some ice cream that they ate while they unwound. When the ice cream had disappeared they got up to continue around the park.
Suddenly, Oz tapped Gil on the shoulder and booked it to the other end of the field, yelling, "You're it!"
Gil smiled. It was nice to kno Oz still liked to play some games that he and him used to play when they were kids. Not wasting any time, he ran after the blond, easily overtaking him and tapping his back. "Tag!" He called over his shoulder as he made a u-turn.
Oz followed him, slowly losing distance. Gil realized this and slowed down, making it look like he was getting tired. After some more running Oz managed to get his finger to graze his father's jacket. Before he could move away Gil had already tapped him on the head. Oz returned the favor by grabbing hold of Gil's jacket then trying to run. This pattern of not being able to get away ended when Oz lost his balance, causing him and the raven-haired man to tumble to the ground.
They laughed together, exhausted from the chase. Oz sat up on Gil, innocently straddling his stomach. Gilbert sat up as well, causing the blond to slide into his lap.
"Why don't we get something to eat?" The raven-haired man suggested. Oz nodded eagerly and stood up and Alice happily followed them to the small food place in the park.
The trio ate in silence, back in the same field as before. Oz and Gil finished their food quickly, waiting for Alice so they could continue with their day. As they waited Oz grew increasingly bored. He lazily swung his head in Gil's direction, smiling evilly. He had one thought going through his mind: Is Gil still ticklish?
He leaned over and poked both of the raven-haired man's sides, causing him to jump and give a short laugh. Gil retaliated, knocking the boy on his back as he mercilessly tickled his stomach. Oz's arms shot downwards to fend off the attack; to no avail. He squirmed around in an attempt to cut off Gil's access to his stomach and sides, but couldn't cover everything at once.
Oz gave in and started laughing hard as he continued to try and protect himself. Gil laughed too, finding the blond's vain attempts adorable.
Gil's fingers ventured to Oz's neck, pressing down on what they used to call his 'off button'. The two found it one day during a tickle fight, when Oz was beating Gil. In an attempt to get the blond off of him, the raven-haired man had squeezed his shoulder, causing the boy to fall to the floor in a fit of laughter.
As soon as Gil's grip tightened, Oz gasped and frantically scrambled out from under his friend, trying to get away before he wasn't able to. He twisted and turned, laying his head down on his shoulder to try and prevent Gil's access to his neck. Finally the blond was free, and immediately broke into a clumsy run. He took one step and fell down, his ankle twisting in an unnatural way. As soon as he made contact with the ground he let out of yelp of pain.
"Oz!" Gil yelled worriedly, terrified that the boy was hurt.
Said blond curled up slightly, grabbing his ankle tightly. "Ow..." He whined under his breath.
Gilbert scrambled to his feet and ran over to the boy, kneeled next to him and helped him sit. "Are you okay!?" He demanded.
"Y-yeah." Oz answered. He tried to stand up, but his ankle refused to hold his weight. The blond fell back down whimpering in pain.
"You are not okay." Gil said firmly. He picked his son up bridal style and carried him to their carriage; Alice following behind.
"Where are we going?" The blond asked as they climbed into their carriage.
Gilbert looked down at the boy and smiled. "To get you checked out."
