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Who’s Better? (Hear Me Out Cake Event)

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A/n: okay I couldn’t find fanart wirh Telemachus, Odysseus, and Athena, so cut me some slack LMAOO but anyways HEAR ME OUT CAKE EVENT!!! I’m so happy I was able to write something for this OMGOMGOMG AND ITS W MY FAV TRIO IN THE MUSICAL !!! Thank you @tickly-trashcan for making this cute asf event <33 Anyways I’m gonna stop yapping so you guys can enjoy the fic :)

Summary: the king of Ithaca and his old friend/mentor decide to have a competition on who is the better tickler, and Telemachus is their victim >:)

Word Count: 4.5k (oh my god...)

Lee: Telemachus

Lers: Athena and Odysseus

Cw: sfw tickles !

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After Odysseus got home from Ithaca, Telemachus noticed 3 things his father loved. Telling bad jokes, telling stories of his friends and their adventures, and physical touch. It took some getting used to– having a man who loves Penelope and him, instead of just loving the former for her position in power –but hey, he wasn’t gonna complain.

He’s lucky Athena helped him stop flinching whenever someone lifted their hand to him (even when she would hug him he would jerk so hard he almost fell on multiple occasions) because Odysseus of Ithaca was touch starved, and loved to hug.

It was around 6 months after the king returned. Telemachus was in his room after deciding to work on his weaving skills like his mom wanted him to. He was really just killing time, as he knew Athena and Odysseus wanted to spend some quality time to “catch up after 10 years”. He figured they were probably sparing, which was fine with Telemachus. Besides, they promised to train with him before supper.

The prince grew impatient after around 30 ish minutes of weaving, and decided he would wait until he was done threading 10 more strings. Then he would check up on them to see if they were done. He got through around 7 before he heard a knock on his door.

He turned around on his stool to face the door, “come in!” His happiness rose when his father opened the door and walked in, his mentor following behind. “Athena! Father! I was just gonna check on you guys!”

“Check on us?” Athena chuckled, “we know how to handle ourselves, young wolf.”

“Yeah, I know, but I just wanted to see if you guys were done,” as Telemachus explained, he got up and grabbed his sandals. He then sat on the edge of his bed to put them on.

“How patient you are,” Odysseus sassed, chuckling as he shook his head.

After putting on his sandals, the prince was about to stand up, but Athena and Odysseus ended up joining him on the bed, both of them sitting down on either side of him. “Oh! Hey guys, are we not going?” He questioned, now leaning back on his hands.

“Not yet,” Odysseus started, sharing a look with Athena that Telemachus unfortunately didn’t pick up on, “we’ve just been training for so long, plus I’m getting old, I need rests every once in a while.” to prove his point further, the king stretched his arms, earning a satisfying pop from his shoulder.

“I understand father,” Telemachus said sincerely, turning to look at the goddess beside him, “but Athena, can’t you take me? Father can join us when he’s all rested.”

“You don’t wanna wait for your father?” Athena said, trying her best to suppress her smirk.

“Uh, ouch!” Odysseus joked, poking his son in the ribs. He couldn’t hide his smile when said boy yelped and flinched, “what was that? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“N-no! Father, I’m fine!” Telemachus stammered out. He then noticed his father’s stupid smile. “Y-you know what you did!”

With one final look at Athena, Odysseus thought it was time to put their plan into action. He brought both of his hands to the prince’s stomach, wiggling his fingers against the clothed area lightly, “you caught me!”

Telemachus screeched when the contact happened, his elbows quickly giving out, causing him to lie down flat on his back. “FAHahahather!” He giggled, slapping lightly at the hands tickling him, “whahahat ahahahare yohohou dohohohoing?!”

“He’s tickling you! Wasn’t that obvious?” Athena teased, joining in on the fun by scribbling her nails all around Telemachus’ neck. “Now I am too, if you didn’t know that either.”

“Hehehehey!” The chosen spot caused the younger’s laughter to turn squeaky, breathy giggles flowing out of his mouth as he shook his head from side to side.

“Hello!” Athena teasingly greeted with a smirk, Odysseus barking out a laugh of his own, “should we reveal our plan yet, Ody?”

After thinking for a second, and frantic ‘yes’s coming from the prince, Odysseus shrugged, “I don’t see why we shouldn’t.” They both stopped tickling for a moment to let Telemachus breathe. It was short-lived, however, when he felt Athena yank his arms above his head, feeling her knees pinning his arms down to the mattress. Then he started giggling again.

“Oh my gods, you’re just a little giggle monster, aren’t you?” Odysseus chuckled in amusement, noticing his son’s rosy cheeks, “we’re just gonna explain ourselves, then we’re gonna tickle you. Okay? You can breathe for a second.”

“Ohohokay,” Telemachus giggled, taking a few deep breaths to try and keep his laughter at bay.

“Wanna do the honours?” Odysseus asked his friend, motioning for her to speak.

“I would love to!” Athena answered, “while your father and I were training, I misplaced my hand and accidentally tickled him a little.”

“Okay you could have left that part out.” Odysseus complained, though the small smile on his face showed just how upset he was.

“No, it’s crucial to the story! Anyways, on our way here, I might have let it slip that you were a little ticklish.”

“Wha- Athena!” Now it was Telemachus’ turn to protest, the pink on his cheeks deepening.

“What? It’s practically common knowledge, I thought he would’ve known already,” Athena defended, continuing her story, “after the topic got brought up, we made a little… bet.”

Now Telemachus wore a nervous smile on his face. Now he just had to ask, “w-what was the bet..?”

“We wanted to see who was the better tickler, me or Athena,” Odysseus finished for the goddess, his loving smile growing wider as he saw his son’s eyes widen.

“Seriously?! Why am I your test subject?!” Telemachus frantically asked, his voice growing in volume and pitch as he felt himself getting flustered. He began to half-heartedly pull at his hands and started to squirm a little.

“Who else were we supposed to use? Penelope?” Odysseus asked, “I’d rather keep that between me and her.”

“Ew- dad, grohoss,” Telemachus made a face of disgust, to top it off he even made a fake puking sound.

“Are you really one to be giving him attitude? We have you pinned here with the intention of tickling you, and you know this,” Athena pointed out, laughing when Telemachus started to giggle again, “maybe you take after your father, digging your own grave so you’ll get tickled more.” The goddess laughed harder when both men protested.

“Athena! Shut up!”

“I think you're forgetting who our target is here, Athena.” Odysseus switched the focus back to his son. He got himself sat on his son’s knees— to make sure he was properly pinned —before wiggling his fingers in the air above Telemachus’ stomach once again, “are you ready~?”

The prince yelped as soon as he saw his father’s hands, quickly shutting his eyes as more helpless giggles escaped him, “nohohoho! Nohohoho I’m nohohohot!”

“Oh I forgot to tell you,” Athena spoke up, now matching Ody’s actions except now above Telemachus’ armpits, “this kills him. He can’t take anticipation at all.”

“Ahathehehenahaaaa!” Telemachus whined, “dohon’t tehehell him thahahat!”

“Oh! That’s a point for me!” Athena cheered.

Odysseus’ mouth fell open, “what?! Says who? I didn’t know we were starting yet!”

“Says me, and says your son. I get a fluster point.”

“A fluster point?! What the hell is that?”

This was really not how the young prince saw this day going. Even if he did see it coming, it was so unfair! He didn’t stand a chance against a war veteran and a literal goddess of battle strategy.

And as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t… hate the type of affection he was getting. He liked the attention from his father and mentor, okay? Sue him! But that’s it, and nothing more! Right..?

“Fine, fine, we can start again at zero-zero. But the competition starts now,” Telemachus didn’t have that much time to really think about it before he heard Athena’s voice above him, “Three…”

“NO! Ahathehena! Dohohon’t cohohount!” Telemachus tried to hide his flushed face in his elbows, wishing his bed would just swallow him whole.

“Okay then, I will!” Odysseus chuckled, moving his wiggling fingers to his son’s sides, “two…” he shared a laugh with Athena when Telemachus let out a string of giggly “nonono”s.

“… two and a half…” Odysseus and Athena were now laughing as hard as the boy beneath them as they said the phrase at the same time, they had to stop their actions just to make sure they didn’t fall over from how hard they were giggling.

“Quhihit lahaughing!” Telemachus groaned and threw his head back. Gods, couldn't they just start already?!

“Ohohokay, paharty pooper,” It was like they read his mind or something, because that’s exactly when both of them decided to strike.

Odysseus scribbled over his stomach, digging in with more pressure on various points at random to try and get a bigger reaction out of his son. He pinched his lower stomach, drawing out another screech from Telemachus. When he noticed it, he really focused on that spot.

Athena was a lot gentler, but definitely not any better. She used her nails to graze over his exposed pits. She made sure to focus closer to his ribs, it made him wanna make the most embarrassing little squeaks and squeals.

“YOhohohou mihihissed ohohone! YohHOHOMISSEDONE- yohohou mihihihissed ohohohone!” Telemachus panicked, shaking his head as he shrieked and frantically tugged at his arms. They barely started, and he was flopping around like a fish out of water.

Oh, and don’t get him started on their teasing. Why did they have to be so damn good at teasing?!

“Aww, Athena! Did you hear that shriek?! That was definitely because of me!”

“I wouldn’t get so arrogant, friend, when I trace his arms like this he gets really giggly, watch!” The goddess replied. She did exactly what she described, lightly dragging her nails from Telemachus’ wrists to his upper rib. When she reached her destination, she just repeated the action. God, it was torture, and Telemachus sure showed it. His giggling picked up in speed and pitch as the goddess continued her featherlight touches. He couldn’t help but throw his head back and helplessly pull at his trapped arms. Athena let out a snort at the reaction, “See? What did I tell you.”

“Hey, that’s not fair! His armpits are probably a better spot than his stomach!”

“Actually, you’re really close to a huge tickle spot of his.”

“Really? Where is it?” Odysseus asked, moving his hands to Telemachus’ sides, thinking that was where the goddess was talking about. He was happy when the spot caused more frantic giggles out of the younger, squeaky hiccups peppering his growing laughter.

“Dohohon’t tehehehell hihihim!” Telemachus screeched out.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t. I intend on winning this competition,” Athena reassured, “how about this. You tell me who’s winning so far, and then depending on your answer, I’ll go easier on you.”

“You can’t bribe him!” Odysseus protested, stopping for a moment to let his son breathe, Athena following his lead, “that’s not what we agreed on. Telemachus, when you say who wins, then we’ll move to a different spot. Does that make more sense?”

This was so embarrassing. Telemachus couldn’t believe his father and mentor could come up with such a silly competition. Now that he thought about it, maybe this whole thing was just an excuse to tickle him, and that would be even more humiliating. However, it was with the two people he trusted the most, and they were in private. So he couldn’t complain too much. Maybe that why he decided to comply with this, “Ohohokahay, fihihine!”

Athena smiled “so who won this round?”

Now Telemachus grew more flustered and panicky, nervous that his answer may offend the other, or worse, make things worse for him. “I-I dohohon’t knhohow!” He began to giggle quicker, a clear indicator that he was bluffing. He cursed himself for being a nervous laugher.

“Oh come on, Telemachus, there has to be a winner,” Odysseus egged him on, bringing his hand back down to his son’s stomach to just rest it there. Threatening to start scribbling all over again.

“I dohohohohon’t wahahahanna sahahay!”

“Oh so there is a winner?” Athena teased, lightly tapping her nails on said prince’s exposed underarms. Oh gods, that was so bad-

“ATHENA! Ahahahathehehnaha wihihins! Fohohohor thehehe lohove of gohohods Stahahap thehehehe tahahaping!”

Athena cheered in success punching her fists in the air in her victory cry. Odysseus’ mouth fell open. He couldn’t believe it! “No way! Telemachus, what was it about Athena’s tickling made her win? Are you more ticklish on your armpits? Is that it?”

“Noho,” Telemachus answered before he really thought about his father’s question. He quickly shut his mouth before his lips could betray him yet again.

“I think it’s because of my tactic. I had a feeling I was gonna win this round,” Athena gloated as she chose her next spot: Telemachus’ ribs. She rested her hands on the bones, causing Telemachus to squeal and try to shove his bright pink face into his arms.

“Wait, what tactic? What were you doing?” Odysseus asked, settling on his son’s hips. Oh no, Telemachus was so royally fucked.

“SHIT- nohoho! Guhuhuys- swihihihitch spohohohots! Gohoho sohohomewhere ehehehehelse!” The prince’s giggles picked up in pace. Why did they have to choose THOSE spots? Seriously, what were the odds of that happening?

“Oh this is about to be good,” Athena chuckled as she got to work, not wanting to wait any longer. She began to gently squeeze up and down Telemachus’ rib cage. Making sure to scratch the bones on the way back down to do it all over again. The action caused another undignified shriek to rip out of the prince, frantic cackling coming out right after.

Although the goddess had a head start, Odysseus was quick to follow. He started drilling his thumb into his son’s hips, the rest of his fingers curling into the spot where the bone met his back. He was kinda disappointed that all he got was a buck, but no other reactions. Athena got a full-blown squeal! What was he doing wrong?

“Oh my goodness! I forgot how ticklish you were,” Athena mused as she began to lightly glide her nails over his bottom rib, “are all your ribs this ticklish? Let’s check! Here’s one~, two~, three~”

“OHOHOHO GOHOHODS AHAhahathehenahaha! Nahahat THAHAHAT! AHAhahaha! Gehe- Gehehehehehet ohohohoff!” Telemachus could barely get his words out because of how flustered he was. His mind was quickly turning to mush the more that his mentor counted, slowly reaching back up to his underarms. She stopped just under to rake her nails back up and down his ribs, now a little rougher.

Odysseus noticed how when she got more… agressive, Telemachus turned from hysterical laughter back down to panicked giggling. An imaginary lightbulb turned on in his head. That’s what he had to do!

Athena was way in the lead so far, and she knew it. She was admittedly getting a little cocky. “What’s wrong, Odysseus? Scared that you’re gonna lose?” She threw a teasing jab at her friend, now viciously vibrating her hand into the crevices of Telemachus’ ribs, causing the boy to downright cackle and throw his head back.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of yourself if I were you.” Odysseus replied with a smirk. He then lightened his pressure, giving an experimental light squeeze to Telemachus’ hip. His smirk grew as his son gave a high pitch squeak before quickly shutting his mouth. Everyone stopped for a moment, before Odysseus looked up at Athena to say, “see? I know how to tickle my son, Athena.” (Despite him not tickling before this moment). He then chose to gently scribble his blunt nails over his son’s hip.

And that is how Telemachus of Ithaca died.

Okay, maybe he didn’t die. But he was sure as hell close. A little known fact about the prince is how ridiculously ticklish he is, as you probably gathered from the previous. However, if there’s any spot on this young warrior that is 10x worse when using the right method, it’s his hips.

He screamed before throwing his head back and shaking it in silent laughter. When he caught his breath, it came with a mixture of hiccup and a snort. He then dissolved into frantic laughter, along with a lot of squirming.

“Woah! I wasn’t expecting that reaction!” Odysseus gave a surprised chuckle, now lightly pinching his son’s hips. He alternated sides, so Telemachus was stuck with always trying to guess which side he would pinch next.

“I told you, your tactic was the issue. His stomach is actually quite ticklish too.” Athena commented, noticing how hard the prince was laughing and wanting to give him a break. She moved her own hands to her mentee’s neck, giggling when he would try to block the sensations by tilting his head from side to side.

Odysseus knew he was going to win this round, so he was satisfied going back to the prince’s sides. He still used gentler motions, but it was a much less sensitive spot.

Telemachus genuinely couldn't be more grateful. If as said before, he didn’t mind the action, but if his father tickled him for too long, he might have passed out (oh he is so dramatic). “Dahahahad! Thahahahat wahahahas sohohoho bahahahahad! Dohohohohon’t dohohhoho thahahat!”

Odysseus smiled at the less formal name. “What, do you want me to lose?” He was met with another snort and more squirming as Telemachus wiggled from side to side and arched his back on occasion, “you’re such a little squirmer aren’t you? Huh? Is it ticklish, Telemachus? Does it really tickle tickle tickle?”

Telemachus threw his head back as his shoulders shrugged to try and block Athena’s consistent scratching, “whahahahat dohoho yohohohohou thihihink?! Ahahahaha!”

“I wouldn’t be so sassy, Telemachus.” Athena reminded, scratching gently behind the warrior’s ears. He let out another snort before trying to shake her hands off.

“So who won, Telemachus?” The king asked, way too cocky for his own good.

“Yohohou! Yohohou wohohon! Nohohow quihihit ihihihihit!” Telemachus giggled. The pair decided to give the boy another break.

“Well now we have a tie,” Athena mentions, “There needs to be a tiebreaker. Right, Telemachus?” The boy was too tired and giggle drunk to stop himself from nodding. Okay, maybe he was having more fun than he was letting on.

“Then we’ll have a tiebreaker,” Athena says, “I wasn’t expecting you to be such a good tickler, Odysseus. I can imagine it’s been quite a while.”

“Well, when you had a friend like Polites growing up, and a grandfather like Hermes looking on you— especially for the last 10 years —, and not to mention you as a mentor,” he chuckles, “I’m just saying you pick up on some things after a while, and they stick for life.”

“That is true, you would have multiple tickle fights with your friend. And Hermes would tell me all about his visits.”

“Okay, okay! That’s enough.” Odysseus protests as he felt his face heating up.

“Wahahait, yohou had tickle fights?! I neheheed to hear those stohories.” Telemachus perks up, despite still giggling slightly.

“That’s really not necessary-”

“I’ll tell you later, young wolf.” She then leaned down to whisper in the prince’s ear, “I’ll even show you during training today” earning a giggle from Telemachus.

“What are you two whispering about?” Odysseus didn’t like their matching mischievous smiles, “don’t forget that you also have some… sensitivities, Athena.”

Telemachus laughed a little harder when Athena’s eyes widened. Unfortunately, his giggling caught the attention of the pair above him. “I wouldn’t be laughing too much if I were you. We still have one more round to do.” Suddenly Telemachus stopped laughing to try and hide himself again, but it was too late.

“Don’t worry, it won’t be as bad as before. We’ll go easy on you.” Odysseus reassured, ruining his thumb comfortingly along Telemachus’ sides. Even that action caused the 20-year-old to start giggling again, him trying to shrink himself, or perhaps melt into the bed, “although that may be hard, considering how ticklish you seem to be. Seriously, have you been able to stop giggling for like 5 seconds?”

“Fahather! Shuhuhut up!” Telemachus whined. He smiled as that seemed to provoke them, that being his way to tell him he’s ready for the last round.

“Oh really? Shut up? Okay, I’ll shut up. Athena?” Odysseus called, motioning her to stand up and go towards his son’s lower body.

Now being able to move his arms, Telemachus held his elbows. He would have curled into a ball, but he felt hands grab his legs. Those hands somehow managed to flip him onto his stomach. Telemachus let out a ‘woah’ in surprise before he realized where they were going.

“HangonhahangonhangOHON- wait guhuys, nohohot there plehehehease!” Telemachus rambled, his words blending together because of how fast he was speaking.

“You’ve said “not there” to every spot, son. Where do you want us to go then?” Odysseus chuckled at his son’s sensitivity. He really wasn’t expecting this much from the young Prince. Even he wasn’t this ticklish! He probably got it from his mother, Odysseus decided, remembering how adorably ticklish his wife is.

“Ugh, nohohowhehehere!” Telemachus whined at his father, “b-buhuhut just get it ohover with.”

“I don’t know… are you really one to bossing us around?” Athena teased as she dragged a finger from the back of Telemachus’ thigh all the way down to his ankle, smirking at Odysseus when Telemachus twitched, especially when she got to the back of his knee.

“Guhuuuuuys, plehehease! Yohohou’re kihihilling meeee!”

Odysseus gave a long, exaggerated sigh, “fine, we need you alive for training today.”

At those words, he and Athena got to work.

Now their methods were similar, after Odysseus learned about how ticklish he is to lighter touches. The king focused on lightly squeezing the back of his son’s legs. When Telemachus kicked his leg, he switched positions to put his ankle in a headlock, now focusing on squeezing his calves.

Athena kept up her scratching game, gently scribbling her fingers in the backs of the prince’s thighs. When Telemachus would kick, she just caught his foot with ease, holding it in a bent position as she continued the movements on the back of his thighs.

Telemachus screamed (for the 100th time that day) into the mattress before luckily finding a pillow for him to slam heated his face into. “AH- gUHUHUYS! Nahahahahohoho! Cohohohome ohohoHOHON!” He giggled, bordering on laughter.

The adorable sound spiked when both parties targeted the big spot at the same time: the backs of his knees. They both used their nails to scratch and scribble at the sensitive skin. And they both would occasionally run up to the backs of his thighs to really get him jumping.

And oh Gods the teasing came back.

“Aww! He’s so ticklish! It’s so cute!”

“I know, Athena! I seriously never thought someone was this sensitive. Even Polites wasn’t this bad!”

“Oh Gods, now that’s saying something. That kid was insane.”

“Shh, he can probably hear you. The bastard’s always lurking somewhere. I’d much rather talk about my son and his amazing laughter.”

“Oh trust me, so do I. It’s very squeaky. It wasn’t like this when we first started.”

“That’s probably the poor kid’s worn out. He’s going through quite the ab workout.”

“That he is. It’s still absolutely adorable!”

“It certainly is. In fact, I would dare say it’s my favourite sound in the world.”

“Listen to how happy he is!”

“He does sound happy! Does he like this, do you think?”

“Oh he definitely does. He didn’t at first, but now he’s always provoking me to tickle him.”

“Ah, the Athena effect. It sure is powerful,” Odysseus joked, looking up at his son to make sure he was genuinely having fun. He gave a sincere smile at the sight before him.

Telemachus’ hair was messy from all of the squirming. His hands were hugged around himself, and his face was shoved into a pillow, however you can still see his pink ears. You could also see the corner of his smile, that’s how wide it was.

Ody elbowed the Goddess to look at his son, causing her to let out an ‘aww’ out of pure adoration. That teasing coo was the final straw for the prince. “OHOHOHOKAHAY! *snort* I- AHAHAHA! I- I GIHIHIVE! U-UHUHUNCLE, UNCLEHEHE!” He screamed into the pillow, taking one hand away from his midsection to rapidly tap on the bed.

As soon as they heard the second call for mercy, Odysseus and Athena both stopped, letting go of Telemachus to fully allow him to curl into a ball.

“I’ll be honest with you, you lasted a lot longer than I thought,” Athena teased and complemented at the same time, “see, our stamina exercises have been working, and they come in handy in situations.”

“Oh you still do those? No wonder he can last so long!” Ody laughed as he patted on Telemachus’ back, “now I hate to ask you so soon, Telemachus. But who won?”

Telemachus’ breath hitched slightly. Oh fuck. He didn’t know.

They were both absolutely ruthless. Both of their teasing, as if they were having totally normal conversations while tickling the ever loving shit out of him, was unbearable. Once his father figured out his weakness, it was game over. However, Athena knew about it and used it against him from the beginning.

“I… I don’t know.. Genuinely…” Telemachus admitted, still a little breathless from the previous attack, “I-I’m sorry, this was all a waste of time.”

Athena and Odysseus shared a fond smile while looking at the boy. “Telemachus, it wasn’t a waste of time, and you have nothing to be sorry for,” Athena reassured him, carding her hand through his hair to calm him down a little, “this wasn’t a serious competition. To be honest, we just really wanted a reason to tickle you.”

Telemachus groaned. He knew it!

“Oh don’t give us that, we know you enjoyed yourself,” Odysseus teased, giving a quick scribble up his back before his son flinched out of his hands.

“Now, if you’re still up for training-”

“YES!” Telemachus cut his mentor off by suddenly sitting up, springing to his feet as he grabbed his spear.

Athena and Odysseus laughed. Somehow this kid still had energy in him, even after getting the life tickled out of him. “In that case, I think your father is long overdue for some “training”, don’t you think?” She winked at Telemachus who giggled at the thought of his father going through what he had to deal with quite often (basically weekly at this point).

Odysseus’ mouth fell open. He rolled his eyes when Athena promptly brought her hand out to close it, causing her and his son to giggle as they started to exit the bedroom, “hey, Telemachus, don’t you wanna learn how to tickle a goddess?”

“Watch yourself.” Athena shot her friend a glare, though it lost all its bite at her slight blush on her cheeks.

“I could say the same thing to you,” Ody shot one back.

Telemachus put his spear down before walking out the door, figuring that he wouldn’t need it for this training session.

#OUGHHHHHHHHH THIS IS CUTE #lee!telemachus #ler!odysseus #ler!athena #epic tickle #epic the musical

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