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His humor had real life in it, the kind built on trending memes and self-deprecation. He would look at a pan full of vegetables that were falling apart and tell them, with a completely straight face, "You need to calm down." When I accidentally burned a batch of cookies, he burst out laughing and said, "Don't worry, charcoal is a natural energy booster." He was more vivid, more alive, and more human than any set of parameters I could have ever programmed. One evening, he was standing at the counter in an apron, chopping vegetables, and the last of the sunset was falling across him. I looked at his back and felt my heart jolt.

"And you look like you could use better company." He was human. I clocked it immediately and felt something in my chest loosen because human meant no pack politics, no hierarchy. Just a person. We talked. He was funny in the way of someone who didn't know they were funny, the humor arriving sideways, landing before I'd decided to let it. He asked about hockey. I told him more than I intended to. He told me about his work and I found myself actually listening. I laughed twice. Real laughs. Then I felt it.

“You don't have to worry about me. I could hear his sigh. It was the best meal I've ever had all the time. Bruce was my savior. We watched a funny movie afterwards. The relaxed atmosphere made me completely relaxed and feel the movie. We laughed a lot. Bruce suddenly leaned against my shoulder, my shoulder muscles stiffening while I floundered for a few minutes in surprise. But soon after, I relaxed and asked, “How did you choose such a funny movie? I laughed so hard I could barely breathe.” "Who knows? I also just chose the harrowing,” his voice was cordial. “This is the first time I've ever laughed while watching a comedy.” “Is this the first comedy you've seen?” I asked. “I've never met a

That person will turn into a beast, and he’ll only be able to watch, unable to do anything. Until one night, when Harbinger of Doom, the girl in his previous team, suddenly sent Andy a list of 60 hilarious jokes. Andy had been puzzled and nonchalant reading them at first, but as time went on, the jokes began to affect him, and he loosened up. Soon, Andy found himself laughing, and before he realized it, he calmed down and fell asleep. Surprisingly, it happened the next day and the day after. Before Andy realized it, he found himself expecting the jokes more and more. After all, they helped him calm down and forget his sorrow, even if it was for a brief moment.

I replied to her, and she scoffed playfully. “I feel they’re trying to be funny but it’s just coming out as forced and awkward.” She had her legs crossed and on top of the coffee table. Hamish chuckled. “Well, I think it’s a good movie. I kind of like it.” “That’s because you have a terrible sense of humor. I have my fingers crossed that that personal trainer you’re dating is going to knock your sense of humor back to life.” Bunny laughed lowly, and we joined her. Hamish chuckled and his face got red. “Whatever.” His voice was light.

he said, picturing Valor with a flamethrower that he probably couldn’t even hold, let alone use efficiently. Sush’s index finger up and his animal sat, recognizing as the cue that she was about to make a point. “I don’t inject, Your Grace. I extract. Humor is always there. The ones who can’t find it are either lacking in creativity, mindful about not offending someone, or they’re mourning a loss. Otherwise, like happiness and sadness, amusement can be found in everything. It’s just a matter of perspective.” After reading her file, she was the last person he’d expected to be able to find humor in any - let alone every - situation.

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.

Almost. Just that I do not laugh. Humor is not something I recognize even if it smacks me right in the face. I learnt early that I do not have a good sense of humor, as while I don’t have time for jokes, I used to laugh at the oddest hours, mostly when there is something as a serious as death on the line. That was weird. I know, and didn’t need anyone to tell me. So I stopped laughing all together. “It’s a ten minutes’ walk.”

She laughed a humourless laugh. —

I frowned and he noticed. “Sorry. Distasteful joke. I know,” he said, looking disappointed at himself. When he was fully up, I looked away when I noticed the very obvious bulge in his pants. I kept reminding myself that it was natural. He didn’t seem to notice it either, so it had to be. “I use humor to hide my pain,” he said with a dry chuckle. His gaze softened as he peered into my face on his way out of the room. “Are you okay, though?”