Another day, another mission.
The shuttle landed in some second-world country. Three of the dispatched Overwatch agents departed to scout the location. The other two stayed behind to keep tabs on mission control— at least, that's what they'd say in the reports.
Chilling out inside the bay, sleazing off in a hammock and bopping inside his headphones, was the charming rollerbladed loud-green-haired DJ Lúcio. A few feet off to his side, he noticed strange activity from his teammate. Neither teammates were ever official Overwatch agents per se, but they've both done so much good for their communities that the neo task force group had dubbed them de facto heroes in their own special rights.
The giant centaur-like dreadlocked small-horned omnic Orisa was prowling about on the floor next to the couch and coffee table. A bit catlike in her behavior— not incredibly unusual for her, but odd at most times nonetheless— she was feeling up against surfaces as well as against her own exterior. It was quite peculiar, enough to be query-worthy.
"Ya all right there, Orisa?" the DJ inquired.
The omnic looked up from caressing her clawed hand and her face against the wall to acknowledge him. "Oh, pardon me," she replied in her metallic voice with that strong and clear Numbani diction. "Uh, Efi and Dr. Ziegler have been experimenting with supplementing my nervous system with a sort of… dermal sensitivity module. They called it the… Sensi-Skin. And it is like… I can feel things with my exterior skin in approximately the same way that organic beings can." As she explained, her voice grew to have hints of confusion and curiosity.
"Yo, niiice. Wait…" the DJ pondered as he began to recall an additional property of organic skin, and turned back to her with lowered eyes and a slight smirk, "does that mean you're ticklish now, Orisa?"
The omnic's pupil-less yet expressive eyes blinked twice as she allegedly scanned her hard drive. "I am not familiar with the concept of… ticklish."
This made total sense to Lúcio, who knew that Orisa in her current iteration had been active for about a month or two at best. "Allow me to demonstrate," he chuckled. Hopping off from the hammock onto the table and subsequently onto the floor while wearing rollerblades came abnormally natural to him. He slid her way and knelt down in front of her just as she still did, even though it made him even lower from her eye level than he usually is. He observed her exoskeleton, and indeed noticed what appeared to be touch-receptive sensor plates all over her torso, arms, and fingers—perhaps even on the soles of her hooves, if he could get down there to check. He wasted little time throwing a smug glance her way, then scribbling his dextrous DJ fingers all over the omnic's thoracic tummy and sides just under her arms.
Orisa sputtered and stuttered and attempted to block his movements, but coming up short due to what looked like glitches in her arms' motor functions. Not much could be heard from her vocal processor save a sporadic glitched giggly yelp. The omnic's hand froze up when she reached out toward her friendly assailant's face. She was struggling heavily to comprehend this new sensation— this onslaught of confusing electrical signals. She was utterly torn between laughing and putting up her defenses, as both urges were ever present.
The DJ observed her glitched motions and took a hint of caution to not get pinched by the omnic's metal folds, and his fingers certainly had the dexterity to do so without too much worry. His smugness, however, never wavered. "Oh, that's really tender, huh? Well, how 'bout here?" He daringly scritched across the side flank between her front and back thighs.
"KKHHEEHAHA CUHUT IT OUHUHUT!" Orisa managed to sputter out. She might have fired her AFD like crazy by now if her friendship recognition software weren't barely stretched to its limit overriding her weapons systems. She might have grabbed her javelin and batted the DJ clear across the room with its handle by now if said weapon weren't for whatever reason set down on the other side of the room. "CEHEHEHEASE THIS AT ONCccccce!" she managed to get out in between stuttery giggle fits and failed flails.
Lúcio chuckled animatedly with that recurring hint of mischief while continuing the tickle assault without mercy. "I dunno, Orisa. I kinda like your laugh— it's just adorable." The squishy DJ was certainly playing with fire— a regular human tickling a giant powerful peacekeeping machine such as Orisa. At almost no micro-point in time did he feel that he was flying too close to the sun, especially while wanting to relish the warm mirth she produced. He was just about ready to move on and see if those hooves were treated with the Sensi-Skin as well.
Just before that could happen, however, Orisa's bronze armor kicked in and bounced Lúcio off of her finally. She took a second to 'catch her breath', as much as a creature like herself could convincingly fake. She had a feeling that he was almost ready to let up for a second, but she took the initiative as usual. After she got up and regained her composure, she made a directive in her mind and wasted no time bothering to check the DJ's well-being. She trotted over to the ship's computer terminal, and put her AFD hand into a peripheral port.
The distraught but physically well Lúcio could tell, from seeing the omnic's eyes fluttering similarly to a film projector, that she was interfacing with the computer, and potentially connecting to the Internet. "Hey, what's up?" he cautiously asked, wondering just what could be going through her train of thought at that moment.
"I am downloading a personal database on tickling, as I do not believe Efi ever did."
His eyes widened, his pulse shot up, and his stomach dropped faster than any of his beats. Regardless of the information about tickling; if she was on the internet, then she must also have just been reminded that he was still wanted by Vishkar. "Uh, you don't need to do that—"
"Database downloaded." Her eyes once again riffled through the mountains of data. In a snap, a GLaDOS-esque demeanor shift occurred within her personality program. She turned back to the squishy DJ with an evil look in her eyes. Indeed, the information she had just gathered, including that one little fact, had made her justice and revenge senses tingle. "Oh, my dear Lúcio… you wouldn't happen to be ticklish now, would you?"
"Ah, pphhhbt, no! No way, not at all…"
"I think you are lying." Her voice became one of sultry evil as she approached him. "Lúcio Correia dos Santos, you have been an extremely naughty boy. Prepare to receive your deserved punishment."
The DJ giggled in utter terror and tried to back away on his skates, but he ended up falling onto his rear.
The big strong omnic quickly used her front legs to pin his own legs to the floor up against the clashing wall, unknowingly teasing him with her hooves being so tantalizingly close yet barely unreachable. Orisa softly chuckled to herself, then menacingly wiggled the fingers on her humanlike hand, and dug into his entire torso.
Howling laughter could be heard by anyone in sight of the ship, as the squishy DJ got his very well. Agility, however, was equally present within both of them, and he eventually somehow slipped out of her grasp to retaliate. "Oh, it's on now!"
The heavily rambunctious tickle fight would continue for a good while, each 'ler lasting on average a few minutes each turn. They both loved every second of it.
After about an hour or two, their comms buzzed. It was Dr. Ziegler, who had gone out with the rest of the team to perform some Mercy work. "If you two are quite done horsing around, we're headed back now for recon."
The thoroughly exhausted DJ chimed in first with the reply, "Roger that." He took a seat in the corner booth and wiped some sweat off his brow. "That was fun," he said to the omnic, who had returned to a resting kneel on the floor. "The most fun I've had in… a long time. What, uh… what say we do that again, sometime soon?" He never got a chance at getting those hooves, which he thoroughly craved more badly than he thought he ever would.
"Mayhaps," Orisa replied after a long sigh. "I detect that there are still a few kinks to work out of the system, so I cannot recommend that we continue this any further until after then."
"That's fair." Lúcio rested his head against the couch top, and checked his busy calendar, silently scheduling a potential date for a re-engagement with his omnic friend.