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Prompt #9: What makes you laugh?
What doesn't make me laugh? Scheiße, the same things. Everything. The same things that make me swear. I don't know what to write.
Smetimes blood on my shoes is funny as fuck. Sometimes it's a pain in the ass and it's gonna stain the carpet or get on the cuffs of my slacks and it's not so damn funny all of a sudden. Sometimes it's funny overhearing the meatsacks on the street getting their hopes up, sometimes it's all I can do not to wrap my head in tinfoil and scream at them, right back. Sometimes it's funnier to overhear the silence right before the realization sinks in that something is really going wrong.
Oh. That doesn't really help, y'know? The tinfoil? Doesn't work. So, fuck, right? That's funny too. Hurts sometimes, but that's worth a laugh.
Sometimes the look on my teams faces makes me laugh; when I see what someone outside Schwarz sees, and hear what they're thinking about us, then I get to hear what the guys are thinking and- oh man, if anyone else ever knew we'd never get anything done. I don't know why, but the inside changes everything, and you'd never know by just looking at us. I laugh at strangers, I laugh at us...
I laugh at the look on Crawford's face when I catch him off-guard, or get a little surprise in on him. I laugh at any look on Nagi's face when he makes one because he thinks I'm not looking. Ha! I laugh at the look on Farf's face when I soap him up after a filthy night's work.
Some mornings I laugh at the reflection floating on the top of my coffee. I say "Hallo, stattlicher Mann, wie gehts!" and I feel good and laugh, somedays I don't feel so good about it but I laugh anyway, because some days it's just that great a relief to see a familar face.
I think about where we've been and I can laugh. I think about where we're going and I can laugh harder.
My hand hurts from this!
Smetimes blood on my shoes is funny as fuck. Sometimes it's a pain in the ass and it's gonna stain the carpet or get on the cuffs of my slacks and it's not so damn funny all of a sudden. Sometimes it's funny overhearing the meatsacks on the street getting their hopes up, sometimes it's all I can do not to wrap my head in tinfoil and scream at them, right back. Sometimes it's funnier to overhear the silence right before the realization sinks in that something is really going wrong.
Oh. That doesn't really help, y'know? The tinfoil? Doesn't work. So, fuck, right? That's funny too. Hurts sometimes, but that's worth a laugh.
Sometimes the look on my teams faces makes me laugh; when I see what someone outside Schwarz sees, and hear what they're thinking about us, then I get to hear what the guys are thinking and- oh man, if anyone else ever knew we'd never get anything done. I don't know why, but the inside changes everything, and you'd never know by just looking at us. I laugh at strangers, I laugh at us...
I laugh at the look on Crawford's face when I catch him off-guard, or get a little surprise in on him. I laugh at any look on Nagi's face when he makes one because he thinks I'm not looking. Ha! I laugh at the look on Farf's face when I soap him up after a filthy night's work.
Some mornings I laugh at the reflection floating on the top of my coffee. I say "Hallo, stattlicher Mann, wie gehts!" and I feel good and laugh, somedays I don't feel so good about it but I laugh anyway, because some days it's just that great a relief to see a familar face.
I think about where we've been and I can laugh. I think about where we're going and I can laugh harder.
My hand hurts from this!