[ That, of course, earns another little indignant bristle. ]

Haa?! Who said anything about insecurities?! [ It was definitely an insecurity. ] Anyone would've gotten annoyed by that! What kind of person would wanna get accused of wanting to hurt people, huh?! I'm just saying I'm not that sorta scumbag!

[ Never mind! However much his opinion on this guy might have eased up from that not-quite-slap to the ass, it's going right back down; Fuuta reinforces his assessment of Archer as an annoying asshole, and that ornery thought is written all over his face as he glowers at the dice result.

Tickle neck. Fine. Easy enough.

Luckily for the eardrums of anyone in the near vicinity, he doesn't bother yapping anything in immediate response. Instead, he sighs before reaching up to undo the collar of his dress shirt and tugs it open a bit, better baring his neck for a touch. ... and as he waits for Archer to move, it suddenly occurs to him that he has no idea how tickling he is there. It's been a long, long time since anyone's deliberately tickled him. ]