But that only fueled his laughter further, causing him to grip at the grass underneath his palms, arching up as the laugh seemed to physically strain him.
But it felt so good to laugh..felt so good to let it all go...
And L was daring to ask him to stop.
No...He'd keep on...Keep on laughing...Keep on enduring.
And sometime soon...L would break...and L would be as insane as he...