[Really, Manolo? You want your best bro to die from busting his gut? Joaquin doesn't think he has much more laughs in him and his ribs are starting to hurt.
Wheezing a little, his hands clutch weakly at Manolo's shirt.] You're killing me, Manny! Jesus Christ...
[Man, when did he get so tired? Laughing was an unspoken form of exercise.]
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Date: 2016-01-15 02:33 pm (UTC)Wheezing a little, his hands clutch weakly at Manolo's shirt.] You're killing me, Manny! Jesus Christ...
[Man, when did he get so tired? Laughing was an unspoken form of exercise.]