oh my god! (i woke up with a snake tattoo)
oh my god! (and i think that my tongue’s pierced, too)
oh my god, oh my god: it’s the sunday morning after,
and baby, who the hell are you?
“Dear Lord—”
“Hell’s bells—”
A pause of mutually aghast assessment.
“Well, would you look at that.”
“Oh, that’s weird. That’s really weird. Your face—”
“What about it?”
“It’s… it’s my face. But doing the things your face, uh… does.”
“Seeing you distort my features beyond recognition isn’t particularly pleasant for me, either.”
“Aw, poor angel. Is he an ickle bit put out?”
“Oh! That’s extremely disconcerting. Please don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t… please don’t use that tone while you’re in my body. Or make that face.”
“Wha— how else would I talk?”
“I’m not sure, but certainly you could be a bit more cultured… is my head supposed to hurt this much? My left eyebrow is absolutely cramping—”
Morning reblog!

