#wrestle

SMG3 growled as he stood on the ground. “Give it back!” 

SMG4 jumped to the couch. “Or what, princess?” He asked back. 

“Or I’ll kill you!” SMG3 threatened. 

“Awww, how sweet of you…” SMG4 teased. 

SMG3 jumped to the other side of the couch. “I SWEAR-” 

SMG4 jumped to the coffee table. “A lot of anger for a princess wanna-be.” SMG4 teased. 

“Shut up!” SMG3 jumped at SMG4, tackling him down from the coffee table to the carpet. “GIVE IT!” 

SMG4 kept moving it out of three’s reach. “Gimme gimme never get!” He reached out to the other side. “Don’t you know your manners yet?” Four teased. 

“Okay, fine.” SMG3 sighed and calmed himself for a moment. “...Please?” He asked him calmly. 

“Please what?” SMG4 asked. 

“Please can I have my notebook back?” SMG3 asked with a slight bit of annoyance peeking through. 

SMG4 placed his fingers onto his chin. “Hmmmm…” He mumbled. 

SMG3 frowned and crossed his arms. “Yes, or no?” He asked. 

SMG4 thought for another moment. “Hmmm…Nah.” SMG4 declared, sliding out from under Three. 

“HEY!” SMG3 yelled, grabbing his lower legs. 

SMG4 kicked his hands off them. “Gotta earn it!” SMG4 scooted back and got up onto his feet. 

“YOU LITTLE-” SMG3 sprinted after him, and chased him through the castle. Stupid Four…always taking his shit…

As they sprinted through the castle, their yelling could be heard by some members for only a few seconds. Tari had looked up from her computer for a second, before shrugging her shoulders and returning to her game. Bob let out a “Huh?” sound, before sighing and returning to whatever he was doing. 

SMG4 jumped up to the counter in the kitchen. SMG3 followed suit, and tried to grab his notebook. But SMG4 held it out towards the empty garbage can. “Don’t make me do it, Three…” SMG4 warned with a smirk. 

SMG3 gasped and stared at it…before growling and tickling his armpit. 

“aAHAHA-” SMG4’s arm instinctively shrunk against his side as giggles left his mouth. “Nohoho!” 

“Give it!” SMG3 grabbed it, but Four wouldn’t let go. SMG4 only reached out and started tickling him back. 

“Ahaha-!” SMG3 jumped and squeaked, letting go of the notebook before reaching out as Four jumped off the counter to the floor. “NO!” 

Four stuck the landing…Only to get tackled back down to the ground by Three. “HEY!” 

SMG3 wrestled him to get it back. “It’s mine!” he yelled. 

“No way!” SMG4 poked and tweaked his sides and armpit to make him stop reaching. 

“aAha- I swear- Gahaha! Stahap it- GaHAA!” Three struggled to control himself as Four kept tickling him. 

“You gonna let me read it yet?” Four asked. 

“Nohoho wahay!” SMG3 tried to wrestle with him to get his notebook back. But the bastard wouldn’t stop tickling him! 

“Stop reaching for it, and I may give it back.” Four mentioned to him. 

“Ihihit’s- aAAAH! It’s MINE!” SMG3 yelled at him. “Fuck this!” He suddenly started tweaking and kneading SMG4’s sides and ribs right back. 

“oOHNOHO! HAHAhahaha- Duhude stahahap!” SMG4 giggled and laughed, trying to keep the notebook away from him despite the tickles. But it was already proving to be difficult. 

“Whahat? Cahan’t handle what yohohou dihish out?” SMG3 asked before squeezing his side. 

“Ihi cahan- FahAHAHAHA!” SMG4 threw his head back with a cackle. “DOHOHON’T! EEHEHEHEEK!” SMG4 shoved the book into the pocket of his overalls, and hugged himself. “Stahahapihihit!” He giggled. 

“Aw, come on!” SMG3 grumbled. “Really?!” He tried to reach for his book, but it was practically being caged behind Four’s arms. He grumbled and resumed tickling him in lower spots like his hips. “Let go!” He ordered. 

SMG4 squealed as his hip was squeezed. “GAHAHA! FUCKNO!” SMG4 started kicking his feet wildly. “STOHOHOP!” 

“I’ll stop when you give it back!” SMG3 responded. 

“NEHEVERRR!” SMG4 yelled back, his giggles getting noticeably higher. 

“Don’t make me do it.” SMG3 warned. 

“Dohoho what?” SMG4 asked. 

“This.” SMG3 moved his one hand down to his lower leg, and pushed it down. With the other hand, SMG3 started tickling behind his knee. 

SMG4 gasped and covered his mouth as a big squeal exploded from his mouth. “FAHAHACK- NO!” He squealed as squeaky giggles left his mouth. “NAHAT THEHEHEHERE! NOHOHOHO!” He shouted. 

“Give me back my notebook, and I may stop tickling you.” Three stated, similarly to SMG4’s warning a few minutes earlier.

“NEHEHEVER! NOHOHO CHAHANCE!” SMG4 yelled back. 

SMG3 let out a dramatic sigh. “Then it looks like I’ll have to tickle you till you pass out.” He declared in fake-sympathy. 

“SHIHIHIT-” SMG4 cackled and laughed, still refusing to let go of the damn book. It’s just a journal! What could be so secretive about this journal that NO ONE can read it?! Is it really THAT secretive, that you’ll tickle someone till they pass out, just to get it back?! “THREEEHEHEHEEE! STAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE!” He yelled, kicking his free foot as much as he could. 

“You gonna give it back yet?” SMG3 asked. 

“NOHOHO!” SMG4 instinctively said. “WAIT-” 

“Oh, still no?!” SMG3 reacted rather calmly, considering the situation. 

“NO NO-” SMG4 shouted, as if trying to retract his answer. “Okay. Looks like I’ll just have to…” SMG3 reached up his pants to the knee, and started gently scratching his nails against the bare skin under his overalls. 

And boy, did SMG4 HOWL! His foot started kicking even more than before! The man somehow managed to curl himself up even more! And his laughter was getting higher and higher with every given moment! Even SMG3 was impressed by Four’s vocal range! 

“Damn…Has your voice always been that high?!” SMG3 finally spoke up. 

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP! YOHOU DICK!” He shouted. 

SMG3 couldn’t help but laugh. “Dick?! That’s rich coming from the diary thief.” SMG3 mentioned.

YOHOHOU’RE SOHO MEEHEHEHEEEAN!” SMG4 yelled back at him. 

“If you just give back my diary…” SMG3 started to say, slowing his fingers for a few moments. “Then I’ll stop tickling you. That’s all I ask.” He told him. 

SMG4’s laughter lessened to quick, shallow breaths. He quickly took advantage of the break, allowing himself to breathe and recover. “Ihi…I wahahas gonna sahay…” SMG4 started. 

“Yeeeeesss?” SMG3 asked playfully. “You were gonna say…” 

SMG4 let out a big breath. “Why do you keep this thing so secret?” He asked. 

SMG3 rolled his eyes. “Because it’s my diary? I thought that would’ve been obvious, dumbass.” SMG3 told him. 

“...Well if you’re talking to me like that…Then I may never give it back to yo-” SMG4’s words were quickly interrupted by a squeal of his own making. “eeEEEEHEEEK! FUHUCK! DAHAHAHAMMIHIHIT!” SMG4 yelled, feeling the damn fingers against the back of his knee again.

“I think you forgot who’s in control during this whole ‘wrestling’ thing.” SMG3 reminded him. “You’re really not gonna surrender my notebook?” He asked. 

“IHIHI DOHOHON’T-” SMG4 started to say. 

“Fine. Then my offer still stands. Surrender it now, or forever laugh until you pass out.” SMG3 declared as he resumed tickling his nemesis. “Either way, you’ll never read it. Especially when you keep stealing it all the time.” He warned. 

“SHIHIHIT! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRYYYY!” SMG4 shouted. 

“Sorry Four, but ‘sorry’ isn’t gonna cut it.” He warned. “Either let go, or die laughing.” He reminded him. 

“IHIHIHI- HAHAHAHAHA!” SMG4 tried to lift himself up with his left arm…only to drop from tickly weakness. “Dahahammit!” He squealed and kicked his other foot again. “FIHIHINE!” He yelled. 

“Hm?” SMG3 looked at Four. “Fine what?” He asked. 

“IHIHI’LL GIHIHIVE IHIT BACK! JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAP!” He shouted. 

“Pardon me, but that’s not how this exchange works.” SMG3 reminded him. “Either put the notebook onto the ground, or keep showing me that childish laugh of yours.” SMG3 declared. 

SMG4 squealed and instinctively hugged himself tightly again. “OHOHOKAHAY! PLEHEHEHEASE!” He begged. 

“You know my bargain.” SMG3 muttered. 

SMG4 shook his head and finally grabbed the purple notebook. He pulled it out of his overall pocket, and threw it against the ground. 

“Good, good. Now push it away from you.” SMG3 ordered. 

“WHahahat?! Thahat wahahasn’t-” A huge fit of cackles exploded from his body in zero seconds flat. “Push it away!” SMG3 ordered. 

SMG4 finally lifted his hands up in defence, and pushed the book about 5 feet away from him. With that, SMG3 finally stopped tickling. 

SMG4’s laughter slowly began dying down to giggly, shaky breaths…While SMG3 got up onto his feet, and grabbed his notebook back. 

“There. Was that so hard?” SMG3 asked his nemesis as he walked away. But as he started to walk off, he felt a hand grab his ankle, making him fall to the ground. “OW! What-” 

“Is that all?” SMG4 asked him in an evil tone. “How about you see just how hard it is after experiencing it yourself?” SMG4 got himself onto his knees, and pulled SMG3 closer to him.