I'm not even going to try to dignify this with context.

[lockpick]

[Someone sounds uncharacteristically bad-tempered, today.]

Yeah, yeah. You're all real funny.

[...okay, it would be funnier if the joke wasn't on him. He's always been sort of defensive about getting motionsick. Namecalling is just insult to injury.]

Do I have to come knock some sense into you or something? I've still got things to do while you're busy messing around, y'know.

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[paintbrushes]

[There is complete silence from Relm. Complete silence. This does not happen.

Something is very, very wrong.]

[paintbrushes]

[Then a quiet squeak. A low snort. It almost sounds like she's being choked. Her lips twitch a little and she scrunches her eyes shut and opens them again, slowly curling up.

She takes one last look at Locke, attempting to meet his eyes without-]

and done

[paintbrushes]

[-NOPE. She's not going to manage this. She gives a loud snort the second she sets eyes on Locke and thus begins a flood of laughter that will never end. Grand epics will be written about this fit of giggles. 'Before the laughter' they will read, 'there was a girl who painted. Then came My Ass, his arrival heralded by a chorus of untoward bodily noises. So great was the indignity suffered by My Ass, that the girl tossed aside her brushes and laughed and did not stop. Even when the air was long gone from her lungs, the laughter did not end.'.

Tears roll down her face as she gasps desperately for air. After a few tortuous minutes, she finally manages to compose herself. A little. She takes a few shallow breaths, trying to get her lungs to cooperate.]

I guess you just can't- [Snort.] -can't stand- [Gigglesnort] -being the butt of a jo- jo- jokaha ha he heheee.

[And the laughter only continues.]

that is a good tag and you should feel good for writing it

[lockpick]

[The initial silence is actually sort of unsettling but probably far better than the alternative. He should have known better than to hope it would last. He answers her with a huff.]

Keep laughing, kiddo, maybe your face'll get stuck that way.

["And lo, My Ass did endeavor to change the course of the poor girl's fate, but his efforts were ultimately in vain, as the laughter could not be stopped by his efforts alone."]

[paintbrushes]

Well a- [Pffffhahahaha] at least it's my- [Snortpffbbbbt] my face and not my a-

['But the girl's fate had already been sealed. She laughed until her sides ached. She laughed until she could not breathe. She laughed until she could laugh no more and then she continued to laugh. Alas, the girl's face was already trapped in a wide grin - My Ass's warnings came too late.

And then came the hiccups.']

My a- [Hic.]

...my a- [Hic.]

...ass! [Hic. Hic. Hic.]