#aot tk

"Sasha! We're glad you're here. We were just discussing something that needs a third opinion, y'know?" Jean leaned in.

Connie watched as Jean obnoxiously spoke. He may have been a little drunk. How did he even get beer in the first place...

"Connie and I have a bet. I bet I'd take longer to laugh than he would."

Sasha raised a brow. "Huh?- Am I missing something?"

"Yes, you are. Dummie, you didn't even form the right words to explain the bet!" Connie shouted, slapping Jean's back.

"Ugh... Oh... being tickled, that is."

"You think it'd take you longer to laugh while being tickled, opposed to Connie?" Sasha questioned, still a bit confused. Where'd this even come from..?

Jean nodded. "That's right. He'd be laughing like there's no tomorrow, I'm sure of it!"

"Yeah! I would. But, not before you start laughing, Jean!" Connie nudged Jean's arm with his elbow, jokingly.

"So you need my help with..?"

Connie and Jean looked at each other. Jean started, "Well I mean- tickle... us?"

"Y-yeah! Uh..." Connie rambled.

How did they get themselves into this? This was just a playful bet which wouldn't go further than the two joking around about it, but before the two could say anything else, Sasha had made her way behind the boys.

She was towering over them, since they were sitting. Connie looked at her backwards, tilting his head to his back. "Eh...well, wh-what're you gonna do?"

"Tickle you? Isn't that what you wanted..? You too, Jean." She smirked, looking at Jean, who was staring into the distance. He hoped that if he ignored her long enough she'd go away.

But no, she didn't. Instead, she did what they asked and tickled the boys. Sasha placed both of her hands on both of the boys opposite sides, squeezing them with determination. She was gonna make one of them laugh very soon...

Jean bit his tongue, trying to grip the wooden table with his nails, but ended up getting a splinter... aww.

Connie, on the other hand had no reaction. He was stone faced.

"Not here? Hm. Here?"

Sasha dug her fingers into the boys hips, both of them. Her arms were basically wrapped around Connie and Jean, squishing them together. They both looked at each other, wanting so badly to laugh.

"C-conn..connie? Guh-! Gonna laugh any...time soon...?"

Speaking was like stepping on landmine filled ground, if Jean were to have his mouth open and Sasha suddenly tickles faster, or another spot... well, laughter would likely come afterward.

"N-nah, you? EH-!" Connie scrunched his face when Sasha found a certain spot. His belly button. She'd wiggled a finger there, expecting nothing. But this might be a spot to make both of them laugh at the same time.

She swirled her finger inside Jean's belly button too, still playing with Connie's.

The two boys were holding back an avalanche of laughter! They had cheekfulls of giggles, and were basically on the verge of defeat.

Armin and Eren turned their heads suddenly, to take a look at this bet. It intrigued them... who would win?

"I'll bet Connie wins." Eren said, loud enough for him to hear.

"Thanks!- AHAH- mmph!" Connie laughed by accident, then shut his mouth to muffle it. Unfortunately, Jean heard it and tried to tell Sasha.

"He- Hehe, he-he laHAH! He lahaughed!" Jean spurted out, laughing too.

"Who? You?~" Sasha teased, digging her finger into his belly button even harder than before.

"NAHA- nooho! Cohonnie dihid! COHO-connie!"

Sasha shook her head. "Sore loser, eh? Ridiculous! Congrats, Connie."

Connie chuckled at the sight of Jean. He was now begging for Sasha, alongside Eren and Armin to believe him. But they wouldn't. Poor Jean...

"Connie... I'll get you back for this." He grumbled, giving up on arguing with the other three.

"Ha! Sore loser~ Just like Sasha said." Connie teased, poking his navel. Jean swatted at Connie's finger like it was a fly and frowned.