Alfred froze for a moment. Then the corners of his mouth, which he had just brought under control, began rising uncontrollably again. Finally, he simply bent over and held a hand to his chest. Once everything was ready:
"Hahahaha!!!"
No matter the occasion, Alfred always held himself to extremely high standards of presentation, because he firmly believed that some inadvertent "moment" might one day become a classic mural.
Only by constantly reminding himself to stay alert could he ensure that his position, composition, and exposure in the mural were all optimal.
But now, Alfred could not help himself.
He even kept slapping Kallen's desk, making repeated banging sounds.
Kallen, who had just stopped laughing, glanced at Alfred and could not help joining in again.
Whenever either of them wanted to stop, a meeting of their eyes would often set off another round of shared laughter.
They truly could not stop laughing. Tears even seeped from their eyes.
Finally, they exhausted themselves laughing, the muscles in their cheeks aching slightly.
Kallen leaned sideways in his chair, panting softly; Alfred braced his hands against the edge of the desk, dizzy and relying on it to keep his balance.
Both of them possessed immense spiritual power and could drink Spirit Potions like ordinary beverages without issue, which showed just how unrestrained their laughter had been.
The last time they had laughed this wildly was on the second floor of that townhouse on Mink Street, when Kallen first met Alfred.
Back then, Kallen had not yet formally encountered this world's hidden side. Alfred, appearing at the courtyard gate downstairs in a burgundy suit, had brought him the absolute oppressive presence of an otherworldly demon.
In those circumstances, quite inconceivably, Kallen had broken into laughter.
Then he had set Alfred and Miss Molly laughing too,