It was rare that they managed to get time to spend together in these days, the boy no longer a fledgling, and often stuck in rough trainings with his dearest friend, or continuing his studies and art in his free time on days of rest. But today was one of those rare days, Resting Day had come again, the squad breaking off to do as they would, his friend going with the Commander to spend the day in the archangels garden after a long week of training, and Paul choosing to spend the day with a few friends that had been made through training, and it allowed them time to spend together.

Sasha followed the Power to their favorite sitting spot, where they had gone since he had been a young shy fledgling who hid more so behind his guardians leg then he did anything else.

They sat together, he leaning deep into the Power's side, an arm wrapped around him from behind, fingers curling around his left hip, "Have you made any more creations, little Sasha?"

"I'm not little anymore, Nis." A bristled face burrows into the side of his neck, a fond kiss pressed to a small spot up under his ear, and it makes him smile despite his protest, and lean away from the Power "You will always be my 'Little Sasha' no matter how big you get."

"Nihihis!"

"Sorry, sorry." Though the amusement in his tone gave way to just how truly unsorry he was, "Show me your newest creations?"

The young angel nodded, pulling his beloved book out from the back of his waist, and the Power watched him with a raised eyebrow "You carry it around with you."

"Of course I do." He looked up at the Power when he felt the look he was being given "It's not odd."

"I never said it was."

"You didn't have to!"

Their playful banter brightened the afternoon sun shining over them, and he showed his guardian his newest drawings, the Power leaning over close over his shoulder taking in every page that was being shown.

"These are truly amazing, Sasha, you have great skill."

"I mean, they're okay, I guess."

"Nonsense," he rubbed a hand over a portrait of the Powers caught unknowingly in training. "They are magnificent." Sasha smiled at the praise. His guardian leaned closer, examining the drawing with more detail "Is that…Is that gray streaks you've given me?"

"I just drew what I saw."

"Are you saying I have grays?"

Sasha bit his lip to keep from smiling, but it broke through anyways, despite his attempts "I don't think I'm dumb enough to answer that."

Nisroc narrowed his eyes at his charge, slowly closing the book with one hand, and the fingers wrapped around his left hip tightened just a tad bit more, he began to squirm lightly.

"You think me to be old?"

"I didn't say that!"

"What was it you had said?", the bristled chin burrows back into his chest, a hand pulls his book from his hands and sets it aside, which works into his favor, as he scrunches up immediately and reaches up to clutch at the Power's tunic, giggles falling from his lips "You didn't have to."

The fingers on his hip dig in sharply, and he shrieks from it, throwing himself to the side in an attempt to get away from those fingers digging into his hip. But it only throws him closer to the older angel, the free hand curling around his upper thigh, pulling him down under the Power. The Power curls over him, his face still burrowed in his neck, one hand squeezing at his hip, and the other squeezes at his thigh.

His thighs had always been his worst spot, if there was one place to go to get him real good, it was always his thighs. When he was a small fledgling, Nisroc used to throw him over his shoulder, standing in the middle of his room, the lounge of the Pavilion, and dig into them as much as he pleased until his charge's laughter had gone silent and fists beat against his back.

His guardian finally pulled away from his neck, instead leaning in to press their temples together, their eyes gazing into each others.

"Do you want me to show you just how old I am?"

Sasha shakes his head, smiling brightly up to the Captain, "Noho!"

"Oh, but I think I do."

"Yohou dohon't!" the Power smiled at the giggles he produced from his quite charge, he'd only grown quieter with age, kneading lightly into his thigh "I swehear!"

"Are you sure?" he smiles at him, kissing his nose in this rare playful moment, they used to be quite frequent when he was young, but began to tapper off as he grew older "I'm more then happy to show you."

"I'm ohokay!"

Fingers curl around his right wrist lightly, a playful glint shining in his guardians eyes, "I think I'll just show you anyway." And his arm is lifted away as the Power buries his face into his side, it had made him shriek as a fledgling, laughing brightly into the space around them, and it still gained the same reaction even now.

Sasha braced his left hand against his guardians shoulder, intending to try and push him away, until he felt he bite to his side, and he threw his head back with a loud shriek and laughter overtook him, his fingers curling into the shoulder of the Power's tunic, which allowed the other hand to latch onto his other side.

"Yohohour ahahahhare not ohohold!"

"Oh, I know," his guardian pulled away, sitting back up to look down at him, as fingers curled around the wrist of his other hand, "I'm just reminding you of that fact."

"Nis! Nohohoho!"

He burrows into his other side and the boy arches into his chest, laughing mightily, "Buhuhut yohohou ahahahare gohohoing grahahahay!"

Though, he only dug himself his own graze, when the Power lifts the side of his tunic and buries his face back into his side again, he screams in laughter and struggles to get away. Somehow they end up sprawled out, the Power on his back, him hugged securely to his chest, a bristled chin buried in his neck and fingers digging into both of his sides.

He doesn't truly stop until he apologizes.

It takes a while.