ι ѕєє α вα∂ мσση αяιѕιη' ♡

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He stuck his tongue out and licked his forearm, smirking. "Let go of me you fool!" He crowed with a laugh, poking him under the armpit.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex drew back, letting out a laugh and covering his underarms, "Don't do that!"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Oh? Don't do what?~" He smirked devilishly, creeping towards him with his hands directed toward his covered underarms.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"No!" Alex swatted at his hands, "Stay away!"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He pouted. "But I just want a hug~" The evil glint in his eye spoke otherwise.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"You're a big liar. I know that look," Alex turned and ran down the hallway.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Hey!" He chased after him. It wasn't often that he got the upper hand in situations like this, and that made him grin like a fool. "I just want to give you a hug!" He outstretched his arms, wiggling his fingers.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Screw your hugs!" Alex turned a corner, skidding across the hardwood floor in his socks.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He snorted in laughter, coming to a quick stop seeing as he was still wearing his boots. "I would if that were possible, but you know that I'm only interested in you... and your ticklishness." He grinned playfully, attacking his sides.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"No, no!" He yelped, pushing Alexander's hands away as he laughed, "No tickling, dammit!"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

After a few more long moments of keeping the older Russian at his mercy, he backed off with a lasting chuckle, eyes twinkling in amusement. "I swear, it's like everyday's a new adventure with you." He shook his head and swatted his shoulder. "Come on, we should probably go do something worthwhile with our time. I might go talk with the 'rents about the country... Or skip the meeting and play games in my room. What about you?" He looked over at him. "Besides training?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex shot him a glare and shruggeed one shoulder, recovering from the ab clenching laughter, "I dunno yet."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Oh come on~ Pouty McPouterson. Pull it together. I bet it's been a while since you've really laughed like that, mm?" He tsked and shook his head. "Such a shame. It's healthy to laugh, you know. A giggle a day keeps the depression away."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"That was more than just a giggle," He huffed, crossing his arms.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Seriously. Seriously? You're pouting because you did more than giggle?" He deadpanned and quickly jabbed him in the arm pit with tickling fingers. "My god!"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex yelped and dodged away from him, "Ah!! No!"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"You are going to laugh, mister, and only when I deem you fit in the laughing field will I stop the tickles!" He tackled him with a cackle, pinning him down.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He grunted at he hit the floor and tried to scramble away, "I don't wanna!"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Pff, you're under my control now, boy." He grinned playfully. He tickled his sides with a gleeful cawing laugh.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Nikita! Nicky!" Alexsander called out, squirming and laughing, "Someone save me!"