“Mmmheheheh — s-stop, Tony, I can’t breathe.” All she could do was flail helplessly at him; she didn’t want to hurt him for tickling her. Whichever way she curled up, he found an unprotected spot, and she couldn’t turn it off for laughing. “T-tony!”Tony hummed in slow contemplation, before he finally decided, “Well, I guess I could.” He rolled aside again, sprawling out on the floor, one arm flung out to the side, the other tossed over Summer.
She hugged her arms around it. “Mine now. You cannot has. My arm.” She inspected it, slightly cross-eyed, and then licked it.