[Ryan's gone from a look of delight to full blown laughter in the span of a few sentences, enough to make his sides ache. He brings a hand up to his mouth to try and stifle it enough to get a word in edgewise, but the entire story is just hysterical.]
You didn't! Oh my god! [WHEEZE.] What did...what did he even do?!
[He can't imagine. His dad isn't a socially anxious person by any stretch of the imagination, but nothing really prepares someone for their son's childhood friend burning their food probably on purpose.]
action;
You didn't! Oh my god! [WHEEZE.] What did...what did he even do?!
[He can't imagine. His dad isn't a socially anxious person by any stretch of the imagination, but nothing really prepares someone for their son's childhood friend burning their food probably on purpose.]
Wish I could have seen his face!