semperauro
funhouse mirrors or anything of the sort have never been favorable to him, but this doesn't seem to be an illusion. faced with the exact form he'd lived with for twenty-odd years, and still often feels like ( despite the lack of medical problems and such ), he isn't entirely sure how to respond. but breath stops short in his throat, wondering if he might really just be seeing things, if this is some sort of coincidence ———— after a few moments of hesitance, he does finally speak up.
❝ sorry, uh —— this is probably gonna sound weird, but —— is your name steve, by any chance ? ❞
