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@&#&$It took all the self-control he could muster to turn his raucous guffaws into restrained little giggles, though his efforts were not aided by her own hysterical laughter. For some time he feared they might get stuck in an ecstatic infinite loop, although eventually the aching of his diaphragm and his need for a solid breath of air kindly interfered and snapped him out of it. "Those big jugs!" he exclaimed excitedly, though his ears fell back and his eyes grew wide when he realised how short-sighted this statement was to make; while not necessarily intentional, the double entendre was hardly subtle. Her little interjection did nothing to help him reel his mind out from the gutter, and coupled with the omnipresent sexual tension between the two, he couldn't help but squeak out a nervous giggle.
@&#&$The sound was utterly peculiar, completely unlike any he'd ever made before in life. This--naturally--brought on another bout of rowdy laughter, and he shook his head violently as he tried to assert his innocence. He lifted his hands and made to shape out one of the large water jugs in the air, although this didn't necessarily help--his wild gesticulation could've easily represented the feminine form as much as a stupid water cooler. "You, uh, like put 'em upside down, 'n it'd be very nice," he explained, too stoned to realise if he just mentioned that they were used for water distribution he'd probably be fine. "Oh man!" he yipped, tone lifting irregularly and arms flailing as he awkwardly repositioned himself on his end of the couch and mentally beat his brain into spitting out something that might make sense.
@&#&$"For water, I mean! I wouldn't need to go to the stream so much," he concluded, thoroughly exhausted. What was all that about? (As if he didn't know; he'd always found her extremely attractive, and the drug didn't make it any easier to hide this fact.) He could not lift his gaze to look at her any longer, and with an intense frown he grasped at the bowl and took another deep hit. Surely that would help.
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@&#&$The sound was utterly peculiar, completely unlike any he'd ever made before in life. This--naturally--brought on another bout of rowdy laughter, and he shook his head violently as he tried to assert his innocence. He lifted his hands and made to shape out one of the large water jugs in the air, although this didn't necessarily help--his wild gesticulation could've easily represented the feminine form as much as a stupid water cooler. "You, uh, like put 'em upside down, 'n it'd be very nice," he explained, too stoned to realise if he just mentioned that they were used for water distribution he'd probably be fine. "Oh man!" he yipped, tone lifting irregularly and arms flailing as he awkwardly repositioned himself on his end of the couch and mentally beat his brain into spitting out something that might make sense.
@&#&$"For water, I mean! I wouldn't need to go to the stream so much," he concluded, thoroughly exhausted. What was all that about? (As if he didn't know; he'd always found her extremely attractive, and the drug didn't make it any easier to hide this fact.) He could not lift his gaze to look at her any longer, and with an intense frown he grasped at the bowl and took another deep hit. Surely that would help.
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