You sit criss cross on the ground leaning against the front wall of Denny's old diner and read your favorite book quietly. You've been left uninterrupted for hours and it's just starting to get to the good part when Rustle walks up to you and sighs loudly. You look up at him, reluctantly tearing your eyes from the page and raise a brow in question.
"I'm bored. Want to practice football with me?"
"Nah, I'm really getting into this book," you tell him.
"But! You've read that one like six times already," he scoffs.
"I know, I know. But it's just so good!"
"Ugh," he groans and slaps his hand on his forehead. "Can you please stop being so boring?"
Your jaw drops and you stare up at him, gawking. "I am not boring."
He crosses his arms and stares at you with an unforgiving look, slightly rolling his eyes.
You squint at him, knowing it's slightly true, but your pride keeps you from admitting it so you simply ignore him and look back down at your book. He doesn't interrrupt you again for a few minutes, yet even from behind the book you know he hasn't left yet. After you sink back into the comfort of the words on the pages, you suddenly feel fingertips digging into your sides and you begin to laugh hysterically and squirm around on the ground. "R-Rustle! Haha! Stop! Hahahaha!" You squeal and chortle like a hyena as he tickles your stomach and underarms, forcing you into submission where you're begging him to stop before you wet yourself.
"What are you doing, Rustle?" You hear Sideswipe ask, dumbfounded, through your own giggles. "She sounds like she'd dying...You're killing her!"
Rustle finally stops his torture on you to laugh loudly. "I'm not killing her! It's called tickling."
You look up, red faced and exhausted from squirming to see the whole Autobot team staring at you in horror...well, besides Bumblebee who obviously understands.
"Tickling?" most of them chime together.
Rustle laughs out loud again, baffled that they really think he was killing you. "Yeah, it's really fun and it's a great way to get what you want!"
Rustle gives you a knowing smile and you hop up with a devious grin and walk up to the more formidable of the bots, Slipstream and Jetstorm. Their eyes widen as you approach them, knowing something bad is coming. You're not sure if they will actually be ticklish like a human, but you lunge foreward and start scratching at Jetstorm's sides to try and get a response.
"Hehe...H-hey!" He begins to tense up and squirm a little. "S-stop that! That...that-"
"Tickles?" you giggle.
"Y-yeah!" He whines, wiggling in place as you begin to tease him even more until he's on the ground tittering uncontrollably. You jump up and try on Slipstream now, who's a little more reluctant to play such games in front of his master Drift, but you eventually have him balling in laughter on the ground when Jetstorm helps you attack his brother-in-arms.
You look up to see that Rustle is now tickling Fix-it, Sideswipe is irritating Strongarm with the new "technique", and Grimlock is chasing after Bee to try on him. You look up to Drift who has his arms crossed and is clearly unamused with the fun that's broken out among the team. You take it upon yourself to climb up his leg until you're standing on his hip armor and try to start stroking his side to get at least a hint of laughter from him. He stares down at you with a scowl and rolls his eyes.
The samurai grunts and sets his hand on the hip you aren't occupying. "I do not think you will get a response from me, (YN). I have had eons of intensive training to control my emotions and-"
Grimlock reached around Drift's waist and began scratching his sides and Drift immediately hit his knees with the most hilarious sounding laughter you've ever heard. You were thrown off of the samurai in the process, but you're unhurt, and quickly begin to help Grimlock by attacking Drift's underfoot. He doubles over on the ground in a spasm of cackling and you back away before you're crushed underfoot or kicked into a coma. As you look around and see everyone at horseplay, you can't help but laugh and smile to yourself.
Before you decide to run off and help Rustle tickle Fix-It to death, Denny walks outside from his nap in the camper. "What in blazes is going on out here!?" he yells.
"Not anything productive," you assure him with a laugh.