Post by Damien Rhean on Feb 11, 2007 22:06:04 GMT -5
Damien backed up a few inches, to where he wasn't too close for comfort, and smiled towards her. He unclenched the fist at his side and folded his arms. Maybe he needed to work on controlling his laughter, considering he wasn't good at it at all. He always seemed to laugh at the worst possible times. Once, he had even laughed during one of his aunts funerals. It was his way of letting out emotions; laughing.
"Trying, but not succeeding. But you've got to admit, you almost fell for it. So I'm getting a little better." He said whilst a hand ran through his hair.
[/right]"Trying, but not succeeding. But you've got to admit, you almost fell for it. So I'm getting a little better." He said whilst a hand ran through his hair.
