Dark Humor Hypothetical Questions の小説・ストーリー

I followed him to his car, and once we were both in, he turned on his car engine and drove to I don't know where. "Do you like comedy?" He asked, and I looked at him as if he had grown two heads. "I don't know!" That was all I told him. I mean, I didn't know what to say. The question seemed out of context. A weird silence consumed us for a while before he asked again. "What do you think about Deadpool?" "What is wrong with you?" I answered his question with another question. "I mean, what's with the weird questions?" He chuckled before he added,

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

I used noodles since I didn't like the MC cussing. In fact, if the other person is sarcastic, a question can be responded with another inquiry. End of text.

Skylar didn't answer immediately, and his colleague remained silent, waiting for his response. A few seconds later, Skylar burst out laughing, which made his colleague on the other end of the call even more puzzled. He knew Skylar very well. They had worked together for years, and he knew Skylar wasn't the type of person to laugh like that. Besides, what was so funny about his question? He had asked it seriously. "Why are you laughing? I’m asking you seriously, Sky.” Skylar stopped laughing. "Of course it's funny. You suspected me, and now you’re asking if I’m hiding important information? How could you even think that?”

a second student said. "Could it be a prank?" Someone asked. "How are we sure it's the Dractharis?" another person countered. My nostrils flared. It didn't make sense. Why would someone make this kind of sick joke? I couldn't pretend the symbols meant nothing. Something was coming. And there was no escaping it.

His ears immediately turn red. “I mean…” He laughs nervously. “I wasn’t…” “You were.” “I wasn’t planning that far ahead.” “Oh.” “I mean…” He rubs the back of his neck. “…Hypothetically.” I feel my own face growing warm. “Hypothetically.” We both nod far too seriously. Then, at exactly the same time— “So anyway…” “We should probably…” We stop again, look at each other then burst into helpless laughter. “You change the subject terribly,” I manage between laughs.

someone yelled. "I won’t shut up until someone answers!" Lucas shouted back, clearly enjoying the attention. "We don’t know and we don’t care, so shut the hell up, Lucas!" another voice barked. "Wrong! It’s called Lemon-aid! Get it? Like the drink?" The groan this time was even louder. "Dad jokes are never, ever funny," Elodie muttered, shaking her head.

I laughed. "But the good kind of weird, right?" he grinned. "Is there even a good kind?" I asked back. "Well, now you've stumbled on one," he said, raising his chin. What a smartass. "You can stop standing there now, just take a seat," I said and he graciously sat himself down. "So how old are you?" "Is that even an appropriate question to ask a lady?" I joked. "Well, you know girl's these days lie a lot about their age, and you look like...what? 17?"

“I’d love the idea of both of you… hypothetically.” “Of course,” Shane mumbles. Is he upset with my answer? “Well hypothetically, if we both were okay with it… could we date?” Kale asks. What is this? What type of game are they playing? “I’m warning you now, do not tease me with something I can’t have. That’s not fair.”