Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26709630-20160408221123/@comment-25686329-20160413001101

"Ooh, shiz, I was off the mark." Nietzsche raised an eyebrow and smirked at his own completely inaccurate guess.

"...Goose. Don't you dare laugh."

He raised his hands in mock defense. "Hey, I have a last name like a Latin sneeze, I'm not gonna judge."

That was when she cracked. After saying the words 'Goose Girl', she broke into actual girlish laughter. Nietzsche, at first, was a little confused, taken aback. It was abrupt, but genuine. She was actually laughing because she was amused. She was giggling.

Nietzsche attempted to do... something. "W-what are you..." His mouth twitched, like a smile. He tried to contain/ compose himself. "...What is this...Haha..." He was laughing along with her slightly. "Haha...! S-stop that, you're making me -- haha!"

He was trying to stop her laughing, especially because it was, by every definition, infectious. Nietzche didn't think he'd ever heard an actually 'infectious' laugh until this point, but that's definitely what it was, because even Nietzsche was laughing increasingly louder/ more sincere.

A few moments later, he was laughing out right along with her. It wasn't his usual dry, facetious laugh. This one was a laugh of actual fun.

When he was finally brought back down, he paused for a minute. He looked at her for a second before speaking. "Hey, where are you off to next?"