laugh: my muse laughs at a joke, funny story, etc. ( annette & felix :eyes emoji )
the compulsion overtakes him with a suddenness that is so surprising that he nearly chokes before he manages to LAUGH / and such a rare sound that is, indeed. oh, he’s prone to a short chuckle every now and then, a sneering noise that edges towards laughter at another’s misfortune when he manages to BEST THEM in combat. yet, true laughter? the ringing sort that fills a room and causes his stomach to contract / his shoulders to curve inwards / his hand to cover his mouth as if to stifle it for all that it hardly does.
his chest aches with this reverberating sound and he finds himself short of breath posthaste ———— it’s likely strange and otherwise abnormal, that he rarely laughs for any true amusement and there is a hand pressed to his forehead / the other drops / and his laughter begins to peter off. there is a wateriness to his eyes and rise and fall to his chest. it rather feels like he’s just had a particularly good training session rather than just laughed genuinely for a remarkably significant period of time : something that he wishes to pay no mind to.
and when he looks at here there is such gleeful surprise in her expression that he finds himself taken aback here, too !! impressions of laughter linger in the light of her eyes and the curve of her mouth and the way that she brushes off her uniform from where dust and dirt had made its way onto the dark fabric. there is a MISCHIEVOUS LOOK in her eyes that he feels, inherently, the need to coil away from, or otherwise to simply leave before getting roped into something or other ———— they may share similar levels of activity, but what ends their energy is put towards is variable between the pair of them at best.
yet there is laughter in her voice as she speaks with a total lack of defensiveness nor anger at his, frankly, rather rude display. then again, he is RUDE to a great deal of people, isn’t he? ❝ maybe i should trip over things more often if it gets you to laugh like THAT, ❞ and his chest expands as if he feels the need to sigh ———— and he swallows it. stifles it. extinguishes it.
annette, for all that her boisterous and goodness seems strange to him ( though not overly so, admittedly / and not quite OFF-PUTTING, either : it’s far more along the lines of a quirk that feels innately at odds with his… well, everything ) is a tolerable force in their class. far more than the rest.
which is to say : he likes her, relatively speaking.
yes, how shocking, indeed.
❝ if you keep tripping, the act will lose its comicality rather quickly, ❞ he speaks primly and properly without even a trace of the laughter that had shaken him mere moments before. back to business, as usual, as he often is and as he must be and there is a predictability in the way that his attention strays, suddenly from the SCARCITY OF THIS SITUATION.
his gaze drifts / and then returns to her / and she’s still smiling at him in that way of hers and he continues, ❝ it would likely be better for you to learn to watch where you’re going while speaking. multitasking is something you’re capable of, i know. ❞
@prsstrt // DRABBLES. ( accepting )
