This doesn’t go on for too long - you aren’t that quick on your feet, most of these either coming straight out of your ass or from what you could remember of said classes.
And when he pauses, you tell him that tibia honest, you’d be telling a fibula if you said you weren’t scared and that you would appreciate him not being so sternum. So, you tell him his jokes are pretty humerus.
Then again, you were certain he sounded like that no matter what he may be doing, be that eviscerating somebody or picking flowers.
You decide on a whim - fuck, you shouldn’t be risking your life on god damn whims - that despite the fact he sounded bitter about the whole running thing, that you would tell another joke.
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