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#Idk if Wallys full name actually is Wallace but i found it very funny to imagine frank calling him by his full name so
fluffypandabun · 1 year
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If you're still taking welcome home requests. Perhaps 2 and 16 with Lee Frank and Ler Wally? 👀
“Ive told you Wallace.” Frank droned “I don’t laugh, you know this” 
The grey puppet didnt even need to look up from his book to see the other puppet roll his eyes. The book he’d been trying to read before a certain blue haired painter decided to make it his mission of the day to annoy him.
“Oh come onnnnn Frankie” Wally groaned, scooting closer across the table to lean against Frank. “Not even a lil giggle?”
“No”
“A teeny tiny one?” 
“Hmm let me think-No.” 
“Okay okay but hear me out, knock knock.”
Frank held back a groan of his own, he would not give Wally the satisfaction of a reaction. 
“Im not doing this again Wallace.”
“Come on pleeeeease!”
A sigh. “Fine, whos there?”
“Hal.”
“Hal who?”
“Hal will you know if you dont open the door?” Wally exclaimed before bursting into giggles, Frank however, just rolled his eyes. Pulling his book closer to his face to hide the fact that his lips had twitched upwards at that, not necessarily because the joke was funny but because Wallys laughter was contagious 
“Seriously?” Wally chortled, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. “Not even a little laugh? Really?”
“Perhaps” Frank hummed, turning a page. “its time to accept the fact that perhaps, you simply are not funny enough to make me laugh”
It was a lie of course, the painter could be funny at times, but he chose to come and bother frank during his reading time so Frank would choose to be a bit stubborn. 
There was silence for a moment, so long that Frank, who was worried he’d actually upset the other puppet, lowered his book to look at him. 
He found the blue haired painter looking at him, lips curled up in his signature cat-like grin. Mischief swimming in his eyes. 
“Oh? Is that a challenge~?” 
“I-I” Frank sputtered, feeling his face heat up as he lowered his book to his chest protectively. 
“Whats wrong Frankie~?” Wally purred, leaning closer to the grumpy puppet, “Cat got your tongue?” 
Frank instinctively leaned away from him. “N-Now Wallace, don’t give me that look”
“What look?” Wally hummed, cocking his head to his side. “Im just smiling at you! And you know I smile at everyone!” 
“I-I know that look Wally!” Frank stuttered, his voice betraying his own nervousness. “So dont even think about doing it!” 
“It? Ohhh you mean this~?” 
The puppet raised his hands, wiggling his fingers teasingly. Frank squeaked, face turning an even darker shade of red. 
“Wally!” 
“What?” Wally giggled. “Scared that I’m gonna….. getcha!” 
Spotting an opening the yellow puppet lunged forward and latched onto the grumpy puppets sides, gently squeezing up and down in quick ticklish bursts. 
Frank let out an uncharacteristic squeal, his book flying from his hands and landing on the floor in a heap forgotten. Frank squirmed, hands grabbing desperately onto Wallys shoulders in an attempt to push him away. Bright snort-filled laughter bubbled up from his chest and out his mouth, which was now curled up into a wide grin.
“Would you look at that!” Wally giggled “Mr ‘I don’t laugh’ is laughing! Who would have thought!”
“Nahahaha! Wally!!” 
“Yes~?”
“C-Cut it ouhohoht!” 
“Now Frankie I cant do that!” Wally tsk’d, shaking his head.  “I have to convince you that I am funny! Now have you heard the one about the chicken crossing the road?” 
As he spoke, the painter moved his hands down to gently squeezing at the grey puppets plush belly, causing him to hunch over with a giggly snort. 
“Why Frankie! I haven’t even finished the joke yet and you’re already laughing? Why I must be the funniest puppet in the neighborhood!” 
“Wallyeeehehehehe!” Frank squealed, he would have squirmed right off the bench they sat on if it weren’t for Wallys gentle albeit tickly grip on him keeping him from tumbling to the ground. 
Wally chuckled softly. “Wow Frankie!You’ve had all this laughter just building up in ya all this time? Well I guess now I gotta make sure I get it alllll out~!” 
He raised his hand to the back of Franks neck, gently fluttering his fingers. Causing Frank to scrunch up his shoulders, snorting loudly. 
“Tktktktktk~!”
“Wally plehehehehehase!!” 
Seeing the puppet was getting quickly tuckered out, Wally stilled his wiggling fingers with a giggle.
“Okay Okay! I’ll stop.” 
Though he was no longer ticking him, Wally kept Frank in his grip. Allowing the tuckered out puppet to lean against him, still giggling. A wide smile still plastered on  his face. 
Wally reached up to gently pet the top of Franks head, his normally neat hair a disheveled mess.
“Aww, there there.”
After a moment of calming the butterflies in his belly, Frank let out a groan, sitting up and sending his yellow friend a glare. He straightened his shirt collar and leaned down to pick up his discarded book with a huff, flipping to the page he had been on before he’d been interrupted, pointedly ignoring Wallys self satisfied look. 
“You, Wallace” He grumbled, face burning. “Are a disturbance to the peace.” 
“And your still smiling~” Wally purred, leaning against Frank and resting his head on his shoulder. 
The grey puppet, who was in fact smiling, simply huffed. 
“Trick of the lighting.”
“Uh huh.” Wally hummed, making himself comfortable leaned against Franks side, who simply sighed and resigned himself to the fact that his clingy painter friend wasn’t going to be leaving him anytime soon. Not that Frank could find it in himself to even mind. He might even have appreciated the company, though he’d never admit that out loud. Not like his verbal admittance was really needed, given the way he himself also made himself comfortable leaning against his friend. Enjoying the content silence of the moment at last.
“…….So did you hear that one about the dog and the stick?”
“Wally!” 
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