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The Jar of Doom Part 3: Restoration of Peace (Logicality/Prinxiety)

Author's Note: Whaaaaaattt?!  Yup! This was vote 1! Trust me, I'm as surprised as you are. Enjoy! :)

The Jar of Doom Part 3: Restoration of Peace

Ships: Logicality/Prinxiety

Words ~ 1,728 ~

Warnings: Mentions of Panic Attacks. Nonconsensual tickling? (Kind of?)

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    The fateful jar slid off the levered shelf and fell into the arms of the one who had removed it earlier that morning. Patton smirked, watching as Virgil landed in Roman's grasp and yell out a profanity.

    "Oh shit." Roman grinned maliciously, holding tightly onto the emo that was doing his best to wriggle out of the prince's grasp. "No!! No! We can talk about this right? I'm sorry, Princey! Please no!" Roman didn't listen and instead marched straight to the couch and threw him on it. Patton walked over, still clutching the jar, and sat on the other couch. He watched as Roman pinned Virgil by straddling his hips.

    quickly started to giggle when Roman began to wrestle with his arms playfully. Patton watched with endearing eyes as Roman encaptured Virgil's wrists with his grasp, but then let them slip out almost as if he was trying to cause Virgil to anticipate Roman's every move. Eventually, the prince did catch Virgil off guard by poking into his side, eliciting a shrill squeal from the anxious side's lips.

    "I'm gonna get youuu..." Roman sung and continued to poke at the tickle spots along his ribs and sides. Virgil batted at Roman's hands, but Patton had decided that the smile on Virgil's face betrayed his actions.

    Roman reached behind and slipped a hand underneath Virgil's knee. The anxious aspect tried to bend and twist, anything to get away from the torturous feeling, but to no avail. Roman had him pinned. Perhaps Virgil could have escaped if he really wanted to, but the tickling had left his thoughts jumbled and confused, as if he didn't know what he truly wanted.

    When Logan was tickling Patton, the moral aspect would have described his feeling as a green stop sign. Wanting it to continue, but cease at the same time. He could see the exact same thoughts and expressions on Virgil's face as Roman continued. Patton suddenly found himself moving towards the pair. It was Virgil's rare laughter that was so inviting, it was as if he couldn't resist the feet that were poking out from under Roman's back side.

    Virgil must have seen Patton out of the corner of his eyes moving towards him, because he began to thrash a little more once he felt Patton gently tug on the aglet of his left shoelace. Roman watched Virgil's face, confusion contorting his own while he watched Virgil break out into sudden hysterics. The prince glanced behind him and smiled when he saw Patton begin to untie and slip off his shoes. He had to yell over Virgil's high pitched laughter to communicate with him.

    "Thank you for joining Patton! I was afraid I would have to deal with Jacket Smellington over here by myself! He should really wash that piece of clothing sometimes." Patton chuckled, now removing his socks slowly and teasingly.

    "His socks need washing too! Maybe after this we can take his clothes and wash them! Then, he can wear something else besides black for a little bit!" Patton began to poke at the pale digits, watching with glee as they twitched violently with each gentle tickle the moral aspect gave him.

    "NAAAHAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOHOP!!" Virgil thrashed harder, feeling a panic attack coming on. It was getting to be too much stimuli for him to handle. Luckily, a voice came from the other side of the couch.

    "As much as Virgil needs to wash his clothes and probably his body, what he needs more right now is not to be double teamed!" Roman wasn't even given a chance to look at who the voice belonged to. A force had rushed him from over the back of the couch and pushed him off Virgil, hurdling towards the floor.