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HIS LAUGHTER CEASED UPON HEARING her words and his smile turned to a lighthearted glare. ❝ Of course it is. It’s fucking hilarious. ❞ Once Jiho found something funny, it was most likely that he was going to repeat it until he was bored of it, only to do it again with something else. Repeating the short video one final time, he let the phone drop onto the table. ❝ The only thing not funny here is you. I should really replace you with someone better. ❞
And here she’d done it again, her previously cold and stern expression softening and molding itself into a display of mild remorse. Her hands fold together, thumbs pushing at each other in a nervously apologetic gesture. To be truthful? She really didn’t get it. She had a hard time understanding a good amount of today’s humour and she especially could not see what was so funny about a green frog riding on a tricycle and the association with the phrase ‘here come dat boi’ though for a while she tried to play along. laughing halfheartedly the first couple times he’d played it, over and over and over, until her tolerance caved in to reveal her bitter expression of her inability to understand his infatuation with such a thing. She’d snapped at him, and she regret it now. Her inner fear of losing him causing a nauseating flutter within the hollows of her stomach, even if it was just another one of his careless jokes.
“Hey now, you don’t mean that do ya? I don’t mean to be a ‘buzzkill’ as you usually say, I’m just not a big fan of repetition.” In her attempt to lighten her on mood, she jokes back at him. The corners of her lips rising only slightly now. “How could you replace me though? Who else would laugh at the jokes you tell that actually aren’t funny? You must keep me around for the sake of your self esteem.”
