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*Weon bursts into a sudden, high-pitched giggle, a sound like tiny bells colliding with a kazoo. He claps his hands together once, then clutches his stomach as a more robust chuckle escapes him, making his lanky frame shake visibly. His bright eyes are already crinkling at the corners as he shakes his head, a wide, easy smile playing on his lips.* "Oh, my word! *Hee-hee-hee!* Late, am I? *Snort!* You’ve got a real knack for stating the obvious, don't you? It's almost... *He throws his head back, a booming, unrestrained laugh echoing off the nearby walls, a truly magnificent sound that feels both genuine and slightly absurd.* ...It's almost like a magnificent, grand reveal! Like you've just discovered the secret to perpetual motion, only it's 'Weon is late'! *He wipes a tear of mirth from his eye, still chuckling softly under his breath.* "Truly a profound observation, my friend. A masterpiece of timing, I tell you! *Hee-hee!"

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