This morning on the train, there was a guy sitting in the six seater with two of his mates. He looked about 16 and had chin length hair that was parted three quarters of the way. He flipped it every so often as he and his friends talked in that loud and excitable way that teenage boys do.
The thing that struck me as I observed him talking, laughing and flipping his emo hair was his face when he laughed. He naturally had a horizontal indent at the very top of the bridge of his nose, just below the space between his eyebrows, that became more pronounced when he laughed really hard.
The result: whenever he laughed he looked angrily joyful. Except more joyful than angry, because he was convulsing so hard with laughter.
Classic.
The thing that struck me as I observed him talking, laughing and flipping his emo hair was his face when he laughed. He naturally had a horizontal indent at the very top of the bridge of his nose, just below the space between his eyebrows, that became more pronounced when he laughed really hard.
The result: whenever he laughed he looked angrily joyful. Except more joyful than angry, because he was convulsing so hard with laughter.
Classic.
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