Speak To Me!

Flipping.

Nothing’s on.

I say something and Todd laughs. He thinks I’m hysterical. When he laughs, he does this noise. It's almost a cough, really. Like someone's quickly squished all the air out of him. It’s fast. It sounds like a cat making one swift attempt at removing a hairball. A small hairball. When he makes this sound, he smiles, and his eyes disappear into slits. He’s got the slits. That's where Seth got his. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. The laugh. The sound. The slits. The fact that he thinks I'm funny.

"What do you call that noise?"

"What noise?"

"That noise you make when you laugh."

I attempt to do the noise. I give a hearty quick cough and a "hee."

He laughs, making the noise perfectly.

"There...that’s it. How would you describe that? I mean...in writing."

"You wouldn’t." He glares.

I smirk.

He glares more.

Smiling, I raise my eyebrows.

"Maybe I’ll just stop speaking to you altogether." he says, shaking his head.