[ Well fine then. Be resistant to tickles, see if Keith cares. While making a grab at the wrist draped around his neck, he lets out an amused huff. ]

Oh sure -- just keep making stuff up as you go. I can do that, too.

[ Untangling himself from Shiro's headlock, he straightens up and immediately reaches up to muss up that white forelock. ]

I'm pretty sure there's a clause in there about harassment. I'm trying to lead you to your birthday present and you attack me like that. That's low. Maybe you owe me something.