Days past, and while things hadn’t show any sign of changing, Mizi had stopped crying. One could only cry for so long after all. Being in someone else’s body was not kosher, and he didn’t enjoy it. But for the time being he was going to do his best to “tough” it out. And that meant not having a breakdown every other day while being subjected to this. Whatever this was meant to be. After discussing things with Edgar, he had felt, somewhat better. Less guilty for this thing he couldn’t control, but he still worried. Worried for himself, his friends, other people he knew that might’ve been suffering from the same problem.
But as it turned out, not everyone had the same jarring reaction as he did. Edgar was calm about it, and some others seemed to actually enjoy it. Well, good for them, right? He sent messages to several people he knew and they replied, reassuring Mizi that they were fine, and it was frustrating. Frustrating because he felt alone in this situation. He didn’t want to subject anyone to his complaints if they didn’t want to listen, but he still felt as though he deserved to vent about it, at least a little.
Perhaps they might understand. Mizi hadn’t checked in on them in quite sometime, not after he had been so busy with the bakery. But he didn’t have time to feel guilty about that now. He just hoped they weren’t being subjected to this body swapping nonsense like he was.
[sms]: I don’t know if you’re aware of what’s going on the city but everyone is body swapping with one another
[sms]: It got me too. :( A few days ago. I’ve been trying to get used to it.
[sms]: are you and your brother holding up okay??
[sms]: some people seem cool with this and I don’t understand HOW
He attempted to keep his messages casual and unassuming, but it was difficult. As he typed up a few more texts, he erased them before sending.
