[he groans and turns toward the table enough to put both elbows down onto it again, hanging his head and rubbing his face for a minute. there's a weird, dull buzz in his skin when he does. not quite the tickling and tingling of earlier, but distracting nonetheless. it helps him catch his breath.]
Ugh... this is too much. [he doesn't really mean that, of course.] You should have warned me that I'd laugh myself into a broken rib.
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Ugh... this is too much. [he doesn't really mean that, of course.] You should have warned me that I'd laugh myself into a broken rib.