Jotaro Laugh Novels & Stories

“You’re telling me we need to go by your apartment to get a stuffed…turtle?” I angrily narrow my eyes on him. “Are you making fun of me?” His lips twitch with humor, and his shoulders begin to shake. Suddenly, a loud laugh erupts from his chest. “Archer!” I yell, covering my face in my hands and only peeking at him between my fingers. “Stop laughing at me.” He shakes his head, swiping his hand across his face to try and cover his laugh. “I’m not laughing at you. I thought Norbert was a person—or a dog. I just wasn’t expecting it to be a stuffed turtle.”

I defended myself while keeping my smile. Lotus corked his brows at me and lifted his hands in the air. "Oh! I'm not judging you or anything. It's okay to have a drink or two, especially when you can handle it. I can't handle mine, three drinks and I'll be jumping like a monkey all over the hall!" It wasn't even funny to me. I wanted to puke at the joke but I released an uproar of laughter. Lotus felt that he had gained points on my end and he laughed with me.

He was going to retaliate, I just knew it. I instinctively clutched Adriano’s jacket, trying to hold him back if another blow came, scanning the place quickly. People were watching, phones in hand, mouths agape. This was spiraling. But then—God—Dario laughed. It was manic. Hollow. Like someone who’d just gotten hit by a truck and found it funny. He wiped his chin, blood smearing across the back of his hand. His grin stretched as he slowly stood, licking the blood at the corner of his lips.

Jones burst into laughter, making Logan join involuntarily. “I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be laughing, but damn! This is funny. You got home and your wife showed you this picture, saying you were with your ex? Wow! Sorry I laughed, continue please. I promise not to laugh again.” Jones was a very simple fellow who laughed even in serious situations. Most times, his laughter held a spell or charm that made it impossible for the victim to get offended. This spell worked again and Noah continued his story. “You haven't stopped laughing at the wrongest times,” Noah complained and sipped his wine.

"It sounds like a gladiator." "Gladiators are cool," Spadino argues. "Strong. Powerful. Maximum Vitale. It sounds like a brand." "It sounds like a deodorant," Ciro rumbles. I laugh. It surprises me. The sound bubbles up from my chest, light and unexpected. It has been weeks since I laughed. Really laughed. Not a bitter chuckle or a sarcastic snort, but a genuine sound of amusement. The brothers stop. They look at me. They look at me like I just performed a magic trick.

*Typhon* My eyes widen imperceptibly, and without thinking, I whisper, “I don't.” “And as for your other question …,” Jonas says, a sad, wistful smile crossing his face. There is a long silence, as he tries to think of the right words, “I know what it's like not to laugh. I know how it hurts." I narrow my eyes slightly, “Do you really?” “And I know that you have to learn to find your laughter and your peace wherever you can. I find it in …,” He blushes, “Never mind.” “No,” I say urgently, “Tell me.”

I asked as I looked at Leonardo who at this point couldn't even talk because he was holding his stomach as he laughed uncontrollably. "I-I... Oh my God, you look ridiculous!" he exclaimed in between his loud laughter as tears gathered in his eyes and Benedetta caved and burst out laughing alongside her father. She threw herself onto the floor, beating it with her fists as she gave out the girliest most childish laugh ever and I tried not to laugh but their laughs were contagious.

Their collective squeal almost shook the air. “If I had my way,” he said with a smug grin, “I would probably end up screwing every girl in this school.” Jairo’s mouth twitched. “Don’t flatter yourself. Not everyone likes you.” “Want to bet?” he shot back proudly. Jairo actually let out a small laugh, rare and deep. The moment it escaped him, half the courtyard erupted. Girls squealed like they had just witnessed a solar eclipse. They've never seen him laugh before.

Katty squeezed her lips in irritation while eyeing James coldly. "Oh, little bunny is getting angry! Bunny is not in a bad mood, please smile like a fool again. I think I missed your poop dance!" James laughed. "Oh! My stomach hurts, but still I can't stop laughing, oh my god."

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