As he does this, Chaerin could only watch, highly amused but not for the reason he had probably hoped for. The occasional chuckle slips past her lips while her arms are folded, waiting patiently for him to collect himself and straighten back upright. “You’re okay? You’re sure?” With a brow lifted in concern, she feels laughter threatening to escape from the dramaticness of it all, but she manages to suppress it in order to not lose her composure right along with him. “You must have read that joke on a cereal box. Ah, but I gotta say, I like your attitude. Whenever I need some encouragement, I’ll come to you with a joke so you can laugh at it and make me feel better.”
“My jokes are all natural and holy like the sun,” he mimed the motion of something similar to a horizontal fan while nodding judicially. “Once I speak, they evaporate into the air. Gone with the wind.”
He closed his eyes, allowed an intake of air, before continuing, “Actually I found it on the inside of a candy wrapper. It was too good to waste. Ayahh, and it was in this nice little font, I couldn’t resist.”
