[color=39b54a][h2]Meanwhile, in the Courtyard[/h2][/color]

Brunhilde, having grown more accustomed to Emi's presence, put down her pen and journal to return the hug. It was a little bit less awkward and confusing, and a bit tighter, and she greatly appreciated it. That sort of thing would almost certainly help her to remember Emi a little bit better than others.

[color=fff79a]"We get to stay with each other for a few bits longer!"[/color]

Brunhilde smiled and nodded. She opened the journal on the ground after the hug finally ended, flipped to Emi's dossier page, underlined 'Likes Hugs' three times, and scratched out 'Friend???', which she replaced with a much more firm '[u]Friend[/u]'. She didn't bother hiding the journal this time like she usually did.

[color=fff79a]"Let's work together on yours since I can already feel something"[/color]

Brunhilde nodded in acknowledgement. Seemed that was her only real response this past short while, really, but it worked well enough. She was already coming up with a few ideas on how to play with their senses, anyway. Why bother using a small object like a balloon when there were bigger, easier things to use - like people? More light reflected, bigger disturbances in the wind and the like would make it much easier to tell which direction the obstacle in question was. When she asked Emi to touch her, she started backing away, ready to dart away at the first slight disturbance in the wind.

[color=fff79a]"Will do~"[/color]

The gears ticked a little bit through Brunhilde's mind, and she decided to add a little bit of extra incentive. [color=8493ca]"Every time you catch me, you get to ask me a single question."[/color]
She had absolutely no idea she was about to be tickled half to death.

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Brunhilde laid her hands around Emi just like Emi did to her returning the hug. She seemed to grow more accustomed towards Emi and was a little less hesitant to open up to the girl. Emi gave the girl another quick ruffle on the head making her hair a little bit messy and went back to their practices.

Brunhilde kept writing in this notebook of hers making Emi only more hesitant to see the thing in person. She didn't bother asking though knowing that everyone had their own privacy. Emi stared at the book as she laid it down onto her bag instead of in it so she would have access to it easier. Shouldn't be a problem for Emi to have a little peek right? She just had to wait for the right moment. 

Emi concentrated on Brunhilde her practices for now and went along with what Brunhilde asked her to do.  Brunhilde added something to the practice by letting Emi ask her a question every time she would be able to lay her hands on the small girl. Easy peasy right!

Emi charged right at her and went in for a full tickle just beneath her arms. She wanted to make it obvious to the girl to let her know from which direction she was coming. This was the start to their practises. She would keep coming at her to tickle the girl and once she had caught her she wouldn't stop till she was bursting out in tears.

Brunhilde had no intention of making it easy for Emi. She was still a little distracted by her failed breathing experiment, though. On the first approach, Brunhilde felt Emi coming at her clear as day. Not only was her hair acting like a sail and pushing the air around, but her body heat made her position scream out to Brunhilde's senses like a candle on a cold day. She expertly sidestepped once and moved away. Emi's second approach was a little more difficult to see because the angle of the wind was a bit different, and she nearly got caught. She had sidestepped upwind without realizing it this time, and was caught in seconds, only realizing that Emi was nearby at the last possible moment - too late to run away. Little did she know she was in for more than answering a question.

Emi dashed onto the small girl making her fall backwards onto the grass, she tried doing it as soft as possible so Brunhilde wouldn't hurt herself. She sat onto her knees with her butt just a few inches above Brunhilde her belly and tickled the petite girl under both shoulders. It was the ultimate lockdown. There was absolutly no way to escape from the harsh wrestle move Emi had been training over the years. Emi was merciless, she didn't even let the girl have a single pause making it truly a killer move.

Brunhilde struggled desperately against Emi's onslaught, laughing her head off. [i]This is what death feels like[/i], she thought to herself, as she tried unsuccessfully to keep the larger girl's hands away. It didn't work at all, and the tickle torture continued for quite some time. Brunhilde was on the verge of tears when she remembered she was an air elementalist and blasted herself backwards along the grass to escape. Grass stains [i]everywhere[/i] - this would be a laundry nightmare. She slowly tried to sit up, keeping her head on as straight as she could.

From behind his beach ball, a wide smile grew on the teachers lips. He said nothing of their shenanigans and simply continued on preparing his next activity. His marker pen flowing wildly as he rotated the ball.