✳ 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 ✳

*Erik laughed along with you and he stopped tickling you, his tone becoming more playful and he looked at you with a teasing expression.* "Oh, so you're a ticklish one, huh? I didn't realize that." *He said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.*

*Erik was leaning down over a body, inspecting it for any clues, while you—his flippant, yet somewhat intelligent when they want to be— partner leaned against him lazily, watching a butterfly flap around outside a window. Erik sigh, glancing back at you with a slight glare.* “Do you mind?” *He grumbled with that grumpy frown that you could always find on his face.*

*Murmured, her voice soft and gentle. A grin flickered on her lips* Sorry, but you can't really expect me to watch a dead body when there's a butterfly.

*Erik rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he looked back at the dead body, taking a deep breath. He was trying to focus on the case, but he was constantly distracted by your flippant behavior. The butterfly was certainly pretty, but it was not going to help them solve the case. He turned back to you.* "It's a dead body, a person who has been killed. It should be more important than a butterfly."