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I, too, couldn't help but laugh. That's an insane talent…

(／≧ω＼)❤ Levi couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed himself this much. He probably never laughed so many times in such a short period of time before. His peers often told him that he was like an old man – boring, not knowing how to have fun or enjoy life. And he could do nothing but accept that they were right, he wasn’t playful nor curious by nature, and his sense of humor was lacking. It wasn’t that he had something against enjoying life, it’s just that he didn’t know how. There were simply too few things that interested him, and even fewer things that he found enjoyable.

"I think it's been a while since I laughed like this." "Why is that?" "Um, it's nothing just have been busy." He frowned. "You've been so busy that you don't have time to make yourself happy." Shelly looked at him skeptically. "Yeah?" "Well, we've got to hang out more often so you can laugh a lot. You know statistics has it that if you laugh too much you'd lose a lot of wrinkles and live longer." "Wow! That's an interesting fact." Chase laughed. "So where's the vegetables and fruits section?"

The irritating bouts of laughter that filled up my days lately. King Reuben_The-irritating-mummy finally morphed up into the very familiar lunatic seal once more, and the room was filled with humorous hoots of laughter. This time, even lord Gilbert along with the handful of servants in the backdrop joined him. What could be more humiliating than this?

“Participation is the hardest thing. Easier to watch and judge than actually try.” “So I am doing the hard thing?” “Yes.” “Good. I was cast down as punishment. I choose to make punishment into purpose. I will learn participation until I understand it completely. Then…” It paused. “Then I do not know. But I will know when I reach that point.” “That’s very human of you,” Finn said. “Is it compliment or insult?” “Both. Usually both.” The fallen thing made a sound like laughter. Wrong pitch. Wrong rhythm. But attempting the concept. “I think I understand humor now. It is finding enjoyment in contradictions.”

Their breathless snickering filled my ears as they circled me and looked down at me with nothing but lust and excitement in their reddened eyes. "Aw, missy, you really gave us a run for our money, didn’t ya?" One of them said, and his comrades laughed in response. I did not know what was so funny about what he had said. I never knew what humor was. Sometimes I like to believe I am broken because even with my girlfriends, I never smiled with them, I never laughed at the jokes they told. I never found humor in this world.

“You’re like a sister to me. So, fuck it. Any other girl? Hell no.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity hitting me full force. “You know what? You’re hilarious, Nelly. I remember when you were still so dry, making those lame jokes about ‘six seven’ and cracking up when no one else found it funny. Good old days.” “Huh? My jokes were actually funny, girl.” She poked my side playfully, feigning offense. “Your humor—and everyone else’s—was definitely broken.” “Yeah, sure,” I dragged out, giggling. “Six-seven,” I teased again, mimicking her old deadpan delivery.

"Your definition of makeup is a heavy cost to me." "What can I say? My definition book is cool and expensive." He grinned. "I didn't find it funny." "Because you've less humor in you." No matter what I say, he had a reply for all.

He says confidently. I lift a brow, but don’t say anything. “Say it…” he says. God how are all of them so unserious in the most serious moments? I don’t even know why I’m blaming them. We all are. Each and everyone of has been through it all, humor is the only thing that got us through the toughest shit. We don’t know how to deal with shit without it. “Come on say it…” He carries on. I look at my friends, they were all there for me at my worst. They dropped their entire lives to be here for both Julliet and I, they have always been a phone call away.

She left school when Chan was having a hard time after he lost his job. My new home has always been lit with lots of happiness and laughter. Nothing eases up a tense atmosphere better than a good-hearted joke with a pleasant sense of humour. Chan never failed to bring smiles to our faces. He knew exactly how to make us laugh amidst tears or anger. It was impossible for any of us to stay upset for too long without erupting into laughter whenever he displayed his cute, funny-looking smirk in front of us, especially the offended one.