Cricket blinks, and his eyes get big, and he cups a hand over his mouth like he's not sure whether he's allowed to laugh or not. It's a perfect storm of weird and gross and funny all wrapped up in gallows humor and he can't deny he's tickled by it.
"...Well, Kinner," he says at last, voice cracking with laughter, "reckon I'll take you to Lord of the Fries to celebrate that one of these days, then. Get you a burger and a big ol' milkshake."
Shit. If only there was some way Cricket could do the same kind of thing, to sort of laugh in the face of his own death.
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Date: 2018-11-25 05:26 pm (UTC)"...Well, Kinner," he says at last, voice cracking with laughter, "reckon I'll take you to Lord of the Fries to celebrate that one of these days, then. Get you a burger and a big ol' milkshake."
Shit. If only there was some way Cricket could do the same kind of thing, to sort of laugh in the face of his own death.