[ Peter's laughter is infectious, even with her own laughter barely contained. Now he gets it! And it makes it all the more funnier, her giggles bursting out into full out laughter. It's enough to leave her shaking; full own belly-laughter.
And his antics don't help either, as she watches him. Her arms lifting from the floor where they'd been draped uselessly about her head, and feebly trying to catch his flailing arms. Don't fall, don't fall! ]
Wait, wait— [ She inhales sharply, eyes widening a little more as if in some sobering realisation. It's not actually, she is still very much high. ] Is it... falling off the wall or falling onto the wall—?
[ Oh, that's some big brain thinking right there that she is definitely not able to work herself around. She considers for a long, long moment before what she says next startles out of her so suddenly: ]
... Merlin's pants.
[ The closest she will ever get to swearing. She is too high right now. ]
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And his antics don't help either, as she watches him. Her arms lifting from the floor where they'd been draped uselessly about her head, and feebly trying to catch his flailing arms. Don't fall, don't fall! ]
Wait, wait— [ She inhales sharply, eyes widening a little more as if in some sobering realisation. It's not actually, she is still very much high. ] Is it... falling off the wall or falling onto the wall—?
[ Oh, that's some big brain thinking right there that she is definitely not able to work herself around. She considers for a long, long moment before what she says next startles out of her so suddenly: ]
... Merlin's pants.
[ The closest she will ever get to swearing. She is too high right now. ]