Kyrie swallowed air, his mouth open wide in an attempt to regain his breath and recover from the fit of laughter and euphoria that had taken him moments earlier. While a painful comedy, Kyrie could not describe what he felt besides "being high".
A euphoria and madness that never had taken him before, he had never done edibles, drank alcohol, or anything like that, yet the urge to scream and let out had overwhelmed all of his senses and self-control and unleashed it all in a primal scream without rhyme or intelligence behind it.
His lungs hurt, it felt like they were burning as does his throat, both forced to their physical limits, which are not anything to scoff at, in a short amount of time. 'Could I scream so loud and wildly? This is new even to me.'
