[The raw, strained note in their voice creeps in further, because it comes out louder, they're positively beside themselves with the hilarity of it. They keep scrubbing their sleeve over their face, and it keeps not really doing any good. Just muffling their voice and leaving a smudge of mud on their cheek and ew, disgusting, they're probably adding snot to the mess they've made of their sleeve.
Are they taking it too far? Is that horrendous giddy momentum going to ruin something again? They're just making their horrible incomprehensible noises, their hoarse achy laugh-sob-hiccup-coughs, like every single thing possible wants to pour out of them all at once.]
Tried to dig our way out, hit a sewage pipe, and now we've got another year tacked onto our sentence!
no subject
[The raw, strained note in their voice creeps in further, because it comes out louder, they're positively beside themselves with the hilarity of it. They keep scrubbing their sleeve over their face, and it keeps not really doing any good. Just muffling their voice and leaving a smudge of mud on their cheek and ew, disgusting, they're probably adding snot to the mess they've made of their sleeve.
Are they taking it too far? Is that horrendous giddy momentum going to ruin something again? They're just making their horrible incomprehensible noises, their hoarse achy laugh-sob-hiccup-coughs, like every single thing possible wants to pour out of them all at once.]
Tried to dig our way out, hit a sewage pipe, and now we've got another year tacked onto our sentence!