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thefolksbetween) wrote2011-01-23 04:50 am
thefolksbetween) wrote2011-01-23 04:50 am
A is for AMUSED
Who: Claudio, Trauma & Jinx - Siren's Pull
List: Alphabet List
What: A is for Amused
He fell back on his rear, a hand resting on his belly, the other falling back to try and steady himself. Oh it hurt, it hurt like hell. It hurt in one of those burning kind of ways, that started in the belly and moved to the chest, to the ears and neck, to the throat.
You know, one of those gut twisting deep laughs that came from being awake for far too many hours and finding just about everything hilarious. That kind of amused that came to drunks when they had one too many, only none of them were drunk.
It was a loud laugh, shared by a group of friends. He had no idea what had come over him, or any of them really. They were just sitting around, all together for once, sharing a large array of Chinese food around a short coffee table by the couch. One moment they were talking, chuckling, the next moment they were giggling like school kids staying up too late on a school night. Then suddenly gut splitting laughter.
Perhaps it was the fact that Jinx was mimicking Mr Cohen in mild horrifyingly good imitation, right down to the chow main noodle used as his moustache for a moment. Perhaps it was the guffed laugh from Trauma that did it, or perhaps it was that mustache noodle that went flying from the Pink Thing’s upper lip to fling out and slap the other boy, only to miss and hit a sleeping Apollo instead.
A sleeping Apollo that jumped nearly three feet in the air off the back of the couch and flying around the room with a noodle stuck in his fur.
That had to be it. Sure, he felt bad for a moment. His poor cat! The look of disgust and betrayal as it watched them from a distance. But really, he was sure it was the combined laughing from all three of them that made him want to laugh more.
It was rare in this apartment. It was something he treasured though. The sound of Trauma’s gruff laugh as if he were trying to hide it. The sound of pure evil joy from Jinx as she hid nothing, letting it all come out.
It felt good being unable to breath because of the simple things in life like this. To simply be AMUSED and enjoying his time with his friends.
List: Alphabet List
What: A is for Amused
He fell back on his rear, a hand resting on his belly, the other falling back to try and steady himself. Oh it hurt, it hurt like hell. It hurt in one of those burning kind of ways, that started in the belly and moved to the chest, to the ears and neck, to the throat.
You know, one of those gut twisting deep laughs that came from being awake for far too many hours and finding just about everything hilarious. That kind of amused that came to drunks when they had one too many, only none of them were drunk.
It was a loud laugh, shared by a group of friends. He had no idea what had come over him, or any of them really. They were just sitting around, all together for once, sharing a large array of Chinese food around a short coffee table by the couch. One moment they were talking, chuckling, the next moment they were giggling like school kids staying up too late on a school night. Then suddenly gut splitting laughter.
Perhaps it was the fact that Jinx was mimicking Mr Cohen in mild horrifyingly good imitation, right down to the chow main noodle used as his moustache for a moment. Perhaps it was the guffed laugh from Trauma that did it, or perhaps it was that mustache noodle that went flying from the Pink Thing’s upper lip to fling out and slap the other boy, only to miss and hit a sleeping Apollo instead.
A sleeping Apollo that jumped nearly three feet in the air off the back of the couch and flying around the room with a noodle stuck in his fur.
That had to be it. Sure, he felt bad for a moment. His poor cat! The look of disgust and betrayal as it watched them from a distance. But really, he was sure it was the combined laughing from all three of them that made him want to laugh more.
It was rare in this apartment. It was something he treasured though. The sound of Trauma’s gruff laugh as if he were trying to hide it. The sound of pure evil joy from Jinx as she hid nothing, letting it all come out.
It felt good being unable to breath because of the simple things in life like this. To simply be AMUSED and enjoying his time with his friends.