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“Don’t do what?” Scar impishly inquired. He stopped a few steps away. He had left his cane behind him. At this proximity, he could grab the mustached man if he wanted. 

Mumbo’s eyes didn’t dare flit away. He shrunk a few inches as he slid down the wall from nerves. The giddy butterflies felt as if they were eating him alive. “Don’t… give me hope of escape.” He elaborated weakly. 

Scar comically paused. “Well,” he made a show of warming up his hands with a quick stretch. “If you insist!” He grinned lop-sidedly. 

Mumbo’s eyes widened as Scar’s hands easily slipped past his half-hearted defenses. “Scar!” He squeaked. Scar’s fingers were wiggling into the sides of his button-up.

The redstoner folded immediately. “Sca-hah-r!!” He giggled as he slid down the wall, mentally face-palming at how simple it was to get him to cave in. 

He jumped when Scar’s fingers squeezed around the sides of his stomach and back at the same time. He cackled. 

Scar’s lop-sidedly grin grew fond. He followed the man to the floor and nudged Mumbo to flop over on the ground. Luckily, this part of Mumbo’s workshop wasn’t lovingly littered with redstone dust and parts. 

“How kind of you to make this so easy for me!” He teased, maneuvering his legs over Mumbo and sitting on the man’s thighs. He stretched his legs out by Mumbo’s respective sides - folding them would worsen the soreness later. “Thank you. Now, where was I?”

Mumbo giggled madly, struggling to meet Scar face-to-face when the other man was so confident and smug. His hands flailed uselessly as Scar’s fingers playfully crawled higher up his ribs. “Wait!” He protested suddenly. “Wha-hah-t did I do to deserve thi-hihi-s?” 

“You didn’t need to do anything to deserve tickles.” Scar insisted, relishing in Mumbo’s titters as his fingers lightly poked between every other rib. “You’ve helped me so much lately! I’m repaying you for your generosity." 

Mumbo peeked an eye open to stare up at Scar incredulously, his face so pink it rivaled the color of dyed wool. “By ti-hihi-ckling me?!” He retorted baffledly.

Scar chose that moment to gently vibrate his thumbs into the hollows of Mumbo’s underarms. Mumbo’s body jolted harshly, his head thrown back as startled, high-pitched laughter escaped him. He wriggled and flopped beneath his friend but did not go particularly anywhere. 

The sight gave Scar a good laugh though. “But of course!” He replied theatrically, his warm grin turning sinister once more. “You enjoy being tickled, don’t you?”

Mumbo’s poor face looked like it could not get any more red. He’d probably melt into the floor and disappear if he could. He stuttered and mumbled but pretended that he was too overtaken by giggles to respond. He raised his arms to cover his blushing face in hopes he didn’t look like a total numpty. 

 “Aw,” Scar crooned. The poor man was too flustered to realize he was exposing himself for more tickles. “No need to be embarrassed. Not in front of your ol’ pal Scar! C’mon, you can admit it.” He lightly swirled his fingertips under Mumbo’s arms. 

Mumbo’s arms shot down and pressed tightly to his sides. Scar’s hands barely pulled away in time and remained free.  

“Noooo!” Mumbo whined breathlessly. He took the moment to heave and fill his lungs while Scar’s fingers weren’t on him. “My god, Scar.” He’s mortified and Scar’s reaction is to giggle at him. The nerve.

Scar spared some sympathy and patted Mumbo’s belly. He enjoyed the vibration of Mumbo’s leftover laughter through his palm. “You are just adorable,” he commented in equal parts affection and playfulness.

The blush spread to the tips of Mumbo’s ears. He rested his head flat against the cold floor. “Scar.” He groaned exasperatedly this time.

“What? Is that so hard to believe?” Scar retorted, his fingers slowly forming into a claw. Mumbo’s breath hitched. He tensed his stomach prematurely. “You’re a handsome fella, Mumbo.” 

There was that tone in Scar’s voice. Mumbo was very well acquainted with it. He tampered down a few anticipatory giggles by covering his mouth. 

Scar’s lop-sided grin returning full-force, his eyes shining with mirth. Mumbo knew what was coming and yet was doing nothing to stop it. 

“Just say you agree with me and I won’t make you admit to a bunch of other stuff.” He promised innocently. As though it were so easy. Mumbo can’t keep up with this.

Mumbo squeaked as Scar’s fingers finally moved. He rocked back and forth as if that were going to do something. It didn’t. Scar’s hand was barely moving actually. Mumbo was tickling himself at this point by moving. 

Between Scar’s relentless teasing and the tickling itself, Mumbo gave in. 

“I agree!” Mumbo hiccuped, his giggles soft and breathy as he kicked his shoes helplessly against the ground. “I a-hah-gree, Sca-hah-r. Have mercy!” He repeated pleadingly, properly flustered out of his mind. 

Scar hummed as pondered. “Since you’ve been such a good sport,” he reluctantly wavered. He let out a long, drawn out sigh. “Fine. If I must.” He sniffled dramatically. 

Mumbo laughed just from Scar’s attitude alone. However his words failed him as the phantom tingles set in. 

Scar’s legs swung off him and the man sat patiently by his side. Mumbo swiftly curled into a ball, his hair dishevelled and his smile still stupidly big. 

“Oh my goodness.” He breathed out, feeling loopy and elated. His hair was a mess and his suit was dishevelled - least he was only in his button-up and not his suit jacket. “Why. Why are you like this?” 

Scar reached out. He hovered his hand over Mumbo questioningly. Mumbo nodded wordlessly to permit his touch. Scar’s fingers descended and gently carded through the mustached man’s hair. Mumbo sighed blissfully. He felt like soup.

“The world may never know.” Scar mused mysteriously. Mumbo rolled his eyes. He lazily poked Scar in the side and grinned a little when he heard Scar yelped.