(http://i1215.photobucket.com/albums/cc516/ladymikochan/9183ab50-9ed6-4f4c-a9dc-7e9ed449fce8_zps4306d0b8.jpg) (http://s1215.photobucket.com/user/ladymikochan/media/9183ab50-9ed6-4f4c-a9dc-7e9ed449fce8_zps4306d0b8.jpg.html)<br/><br/><strong>Name:Mitsu Fukui </strong><br/><strong>Location:In class at the  DWMA</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:Zetsuga/Maysaki</strong><br/><hr/><br/>She figured she would have debated longer on wether to laugh at that comment or not.  Truthfully, she had started shyly giggling the moment after Zetsuga's comment.  Of course she would have realized it might not be too polite to laugh at such a poke, but after a short glance over at Maysaki, she continued to giggle a little bit.  Another look, nope still oblivious, a comfort.  She shyly shook her head.<br/><br/>"Oh no...just the sticky notes...yeah I want to exchange these for something that will actually stick to paper.  I think these are...um...defective."<br/><br/>Although she did realize making that comment might open up further jabs and quips, she made it anyway.  She seemed to have a serious case of the giggles now.  Even she could admit she did not laugh enough, but honestly she did not usually have the right mindset to find anything funny.  Once her brother had taken to her to one of the popular comedies, something about two policemen and a detective that was a ghost.  The rest of the audience had found it hilarious, but she had sat there during the whole affair and had not laughed once.  In fact she believed she had tried to fall asleep but the wild laughter had kept her from doing so.  That had been the week before her entrance exam and she was in no mood to laugh.  She supposed she might go and try to re-watch it once it was available outside the theaters but probably not.  The premise had sounded a little stupid.<br/><br/>Of course she was here now, having a laughing fit about a few silly comments that started over a bunch of sticky notes.  She had not really even noticed how fast Zetsuga put the notes back into the book.  The flush that had refused to leave her cheeks had faded a little and she only remained a light pinkish hue from laughing.  She took a few deep breaths to collect herself, resting a hand on her stomach which had started to hurt from giggling so hard.  Her voice had not raised however, and she still was being relatively quiet.<br/><br/>A little embarrassed about her perceived loss of control she spoke again, "Sorry...to lose control like that. I...um don't laugh much.  What is the term...stick in the...no that's not it...sourpuss...well that does not describe it.  I guess I don't have much of a sense of humor. Its um...underused."