[ No, you know, this is fine. He's weak to this. Apparently, at least, as Allen tries in vain to politely muffle his laughter with his wrist and just fails utterly, pitching forward a little from it. Light and helplessly full of life, yes. You know the irony in it, Shouto?
He doesn't laugh that much. He really, really doesn't. A small one that cracks through in his tone from time to time, the occasional wry chuckle -- those, sure. Little things that bleed into his tone more than anything. But actual, real laughter? Very rarely... especially since he left the Order. It isn't just the Trench; he doesn't laugh that much the rest of the time around other people. Just the small occasional and the wry chuckles. If it was pointed out to him he wouldn't even know what to say.
But wiping some of the mirth from the corner of one eye, he twists around and leans in then to press two fingers lightly against the other boy's lips without even a second thought. Shushing him? Shushing him, but not really and in teasing gesture alone, still with a bubbled laugh hiding in his tone. ]
Who's to say someone couldn't learn to do all of that too? [ Maybe he has, you wouldn't know. He's a man of many hats. ✰
But in the process of turning towards him his eyes snagged on something at the edge of the blanket, too. Something he hadn't noticed before, because -- well. He can be kind of a space cadet about these things sometimes. ]
Hm? [ it's a little distracted. wait, oh. he saw people with those earlier? ] Glowsticks?
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[ No, you know, this is fine. He's weak to this. Apparently, at least, as Allen tries in vain to politely muffle his laughter with his wrist and just fails utterly, pitching forward a little from it. Light and helplessly full of life, yes. You know the irony in it, Shouto?
He doesn't laugh that much. He really, really doesn't. A small one that cracks through in his tone from time to time, the occasional wry chuckle -- those, sure. Little things that bleed into his tone more than anything. But actual, real laughter? Very rarely... especially since he left the Order. It isn't just the Trench; he doesn't laugh that much the rest of the time around other people. Just the small occasional and the wry chuckles. If it was pointed out to him he wouldn't even know what to say.
But wiping some of the mirth from the corner of one eye, he twists around and leans in then to press two fingers lightly against the other boy's lips without even a second thought. Shushing him? Shushing him, but not really and in teasing gesture alone, still with a bubbled laugh hiding in his tone. ]
Who's to say someone couldn't learn to do all of that too? [ Maybe he has, you wouldn't know. He's a man of many hats. ✰
But in the process of turning towards him his eyes snagged on something at the edge of the blanket, too. Something he hadn't noticed before, because -- well. He can be kind of a space cadet about these things sometimes. ]
Hm? [ it's a little distracted. wait, oh. he saw people with those earlier? ] Glowsticks?