how about "thrilled" for coldwave?
Mick kicked open the window and gestured at Len to go first, grinning wildly, as the deafening alarms split the air.
Len rolled his eyes at him, but he couldn’t quite manage his typical expression of disdain. His lips kept twitching, clearly outside of his control; his shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. He clambered up to the window, shaking his head at the sheer absurdity.
Mick smirked and pushed at him a little, slinging the bag filled with their ill-gotten gains over his shoulder. Len flipped him off, tucked the gun into his belt, and slid down the slick, tiled roof with a wild whoop right out of childhood.
Mick climbed up the window, sitting down carefully and pushing off, sliding down the roof after Len. The wind whistled in his ears and the edge came up much, much faster than he would have thought – and then he was flying through the air like a shot.
He crashed into the piled up bedding they’d prepared in the dilapidated building next door, twisting in an ungainly fashion but not doing himself any harm. Len, who was scrambling out of the blankets and mattresses, barely got out of the way in time, tripping over himself and landing on his ass with a surprised thud.
They looked at each other.
Burst out laughing.