energeticdetective replied to your post: magic anon here: go ahead! All i dare you to do is to go up behind Lynne, grab her boobs and scream “HONK HONK MOTHERFUCKER”
….Hanna Banana? What’s goin’ on? You look totally different!
Everything felt stiff. And cold. The world which was usually bursting with energy, with life, had frozen itself into something pale and far away and very, very delicate--like glass. It wasn't a world he was used to, and it was frightening. He was too tall, too rigid--his body was heavy and his footsteps sounded wrong, but worst of all was the shape of his face. It shouldn't have felt so different. His jaw ached and his eyes felt strange and it felt like if he so much as smiled, he might break.
And of course it was then that she had to show up with her lovely bright voice. He could barely turn around without falling over, without feeling like he would break. How did Ishmael stand it?
Very strange to hear his words in such a deep voice. He felt like should be acting more dignified, but through his confusion and vague panic he couldn't really manage.
"It was the blobs. Again. I mean, you probably... probably assumed that, but...
How'd you recognize me, anyway, L-Lynnie...?"
His voice sounded soft, like dust. Was it always like that?