[He should've expected it. He really should've expected it. But he doesn't. It's probably the look in Zack's face that steers him into a false sense of security. It's probably that look of fondness that makes him unable to see the noogie coming until it's way too late.
He totally doesn't yelp a (loud) cry that's well and truly the complete opposite of his usually quiet, usually reserved nature. (Honestly, he didn't. If asked, he's going to deny anything like that ever came out of his mouth) He also absolutely doesn't immediately have his legs buckle, in some kind of (failed) attempt to fall to the ground, away from said noogie.
He's absolutely not dangling uselessly, legs kicking air, because Zack's unconsciously strong enough to have little issue holding up three of him, let alone one.
He's also absolutely not pleading with him, pathetically, even, to stop.
But what he does do? When the onslaught's over, he's totally trying to fix his hair. His hands glance each spike. One, two.... yeah, three. All good. And then he gives him a (more than likely, totally ineffetctual!) shove.]
Asshole!
[Said with utter love, of course. And perhaps even a little bit of affection, somewhere. Except, yeah. He then looks around, remembering where he is. ....And views a couple of turned heads.
HAHAHA. I... had to. zack not getting the praise he deserves is everything tbh ALSO that fanart!!
He totally doesn't yelp a (loud) cry that's well and truly the complete opposite of his usually quiet, usually reserved nature. (Honestly, he didn't. If asked, he's going to deny anything like that ever came out of his mouth) He also absolutely doesn't immediately have his legs buckle, in some kind of (failed) attempt to fall to the ground, away from said noogie.
He's absolutely not dangling uselessly, legs kicking air, because Zack's unconsciously strong enough to have little issue holding up three of him, let alone one.
He's also absolutely not pleading with him, pathetically, even, to stop.
But what he does do? When the onslaught's over, he's totally trying to fix his hair. His hands glance each spike. One, two.... yeah, three. All good. And then he gives him a (more than likely, totally ineffetctual!) shove.]
Asshole!
[Said with utter love, of course. And perhaps even a little bit of affection, somewhere. Except, yeah. He then looks around, remembering where he is. ....And views a couple of turned heads.
...His face colours.]
C'mon, let's go.