Literature
Fiction: So Farm-Blazing Funny
The camp fire's warm, orange huge crept its way onto his tent's wall, Emilia propping himself up with his elbows to tiredly glare at the annoyance. Laughter of his coworkers were heard; Reyes' short breathed, yet strangely high pitch laugh sounding even more shriller compared to Clive's low, wolf like growl of a laugh. In the end, it was all annoying to the Elf, rubbing the his eyes with the back of his hand, careful not to bother the already bloodshot orbs as he walked towards the tent's flaps.
“Quite down out there, 'lright?”
He felt his voice crack, it already sounding like a teenage experimenting with his pitch than a grown