They use Aang’s shirt to tie up his right arm and pull off his shorts and use it to tie his left arm. One girl pulls his feet, stretching him out as another sits on his hips. “Try not to scream” she says as she starts tickling his ribs. Chelsea (girl 2) sits above his head with her knees on his biceps, then tickles his armpits with her long nails. Aang starts laughing uncontrollably, his mind blank and can barely think ‘laughing isn’t screaming’
They keep tickling him, Chelsea on his stretched armpits and his arms locked under her legs. Sokka moved from his ribs to his upper abs, then the sides of his lowers abs. He couldnt tell he was getting a workout from how much he was flexing and struggling, but felt the burn beneath the fingers dancing across his stomach. ‘Time for a new workout’ Chelsea says, and for a moment the tickle torture stops
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