Carlos laughed. Or actually, he cackled. “Sorry, sorry, I won’t do it again! I just had to! I promise, only really good ones from now on!”
“You better not be lyin’ to me, man. I ain’t gonna be too happy if ya tell any more’a those lame-ass jokes.” He teased, making sure to offer a smile to the other man so he’d know he was still just kidding.
“I promise, I won’t,” Carlos chuckled. “On my honor – or may I be chopped up and made into soup.” It was honestly a weird reference, but some people got it. Non-magic folk, usually.
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