Sirius snorted with laughter into Remus' neck, where his face had wound up in the awkward position he was now in. If he hadn't known Remus for almost thirty years, this would have been embarassing, but instead it was just funny. "I'd reply that your elbows are the bony ones, but I'm not so sure. We're a sight, you and I."

Just then, his palms found the grass, and he pushed himself up so that he was stradling Remus. This was, Sirius knew, the most effective position for mass tickleage. He laughed, somewhat evily, and then descended upon the helpless Remus' even more helpless ribs without mercy.