Blackfeather Woods Spooky Scary Skeletons

Just after his outburst, he’d noticed the woman’s body jolt. Witnessing that caused grin to sliver across his features and he stood back up, almost giddy over the reaction he’d gotten. He laughed, then, thoroughly amused by the outcome of the situation. It was not a quick chuckle or a mischievous snicker, either, but true laughter. There was very little out there that could make him laugh in such a manner, but what had happened was too good for him not to be humoured. “You should’ve seen your face!” he practically shouted, working to speak between his ongoing laughter. If he were human, he’d surely be doubled over by now, clutching his stomach. Instead of that, though, his head just craned forward slightly and he fell back to sit down. Xan was in hysterics, sides heaving as he tried desperately to bring in as much air a he was letting out. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, their origin not of sorrows, but of joy. Eventually, he started to settle down, needing to catch his breath. The laughs faded into chuckles, though every time he glanced at the dark woman, he needed to take another moment to ease himself back into the real world.
 
Alexander’s attention was pulled to the woman, unwillingly, as she moved, and it took every ounce of power he possessed to keep himself from cracking up again. “Yeah?” he questioned, tone harbouring taunting edge. “What are you gonna do, huh?” Another fit of chuckles washed through him, clearly not worried over Nemesis’ slight threat. He was certain she would not hurt him, and so what was there to fear? Issitoq? Again, he started laughing, amused by his own thoughts. Xan was content with what had happened, unable to imagine anything that could have made it any better.