Mark pinned Felix down on the couch with his arms above his head, leaving his entire upper body exposed to Jack, who was more than excited to get his well deserved revenge on the older Swedish man. Jack smiled evilly, and Felix looked up at him. "N-no, Jack, I'm sorry," Felix said. "Relax Felix, I'll go easy on you," Jack said. He put his hands on Felix's sides, massaging his thumbs onto the older boy's sides, making him squeal and squirm, giggling. "Jahahack," He giggled. "Yea?" Jack asked digging his fingers into his ribs. "Hey Jack, want some help?" Mark asked. "Yes please," He said. Mark smiled, gently scratching at Felix's armpit, getting him to squeal. "Nohohohohoho!!!" He laughed, squirming desperately. At that very moment, Felix just wanted to Curl up into a ball, but Mark and Jack wouldn't allow it as the younger Irishman attacked his tummy, getting loud laughter. "FUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOU JAHAHACK!!!!!!!" Felix managed. "That's not very nice, Felix," Jack said, sweetly, circling his finger around his belly button, causing squeaky little giggles and laughter to erupt from the Swedish man's mouth. Mark, bored of tickling Felix's armpits, moved to rapidly scratching up and down his sides, making him scream with laughter. "Hey Felix, are your Feet ticklish?" Jack asked, and Felix's face went ghost white. "N-no," He obviously lied. "Oh really?" The small Irishman asked, wrapping one of his arms around Felix's ankles. Before the older boy could answer, he dragged his finger down his foot, from his toes to his heel, at an agonizingly slow pace, driving the older crazy. Mark stopped tickling him, now focusing on keeping his arms down so he couldn't do anything to stop Jack. Felix couldn't even form a proper sentence at this point, and he had given up on squirming as Jack started to ruthlessly scratch at his soles. His laughter fell silent when Jack got under his toes, and that was when he figured he'd had enough, so he stopped. Felix's hair was a mess, his face was bright red, and he struggled to catch his breath. He Curled into a ball, panting heavily. "Felix? You okay?" Jack asked, concerned for his friend, and, dispite the Swedish boy barely bring able to breathe, he was able to mutter one word, "Run."
