One day, I walked into my room, looking for stitch

Me: stitch, did you drink my soda I was saving!?

I looked around for him, then he jumped out from the closet, and landed on my back

Me: there you are, now-

Befor I could finish what I was saying
He claimed into my shirt and starts tickling my sides and belly

Me: h-hehehehehey what are you dohohohohohohohohohoing

I collapsed onto my bed in laughter, but then he whent for the underarms

Me: nohohohohohohohohoho stop

But I eventually grabbed him, and got him out of my shirt

Me: alright, you asked for it

I said as I held him up, I placed him on the bed and dug my fingers into his sides and belly

Stitch: NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I-IT TICKLES

I dug my left finger into his left underarm

Stitch: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STAP IT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT

I then blew a rasberry on his belly

Stitch: NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO NOT THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT

a few minutes of tickling later. I finally stopped

Stitch: *sigh* t-thank you, I-im sorry for drinking your soda

Me: it's ok,

I then hugged him

Me: I didn't know you were that ticklish by the way

Stitch: there's a lot you don't know about me

He cuddled up to me