Yeah...yeah, okay. I can do that. I'm long right now.
[And he's not so sure that he could turn back into a person right now and not have some extremely out of proportion limbs and he doesn't want to look like a Picasso painting.]
[Not even bothering to hold his head up anymore, he languidly starts curling up around the house. Haha, shoving his face across the grass feels so weird. This is great. Everything's great. By the time he gets his head back around to the front door, he thinks that part of his middle is in the pool, but he doesn't bother moving it. He situates his head right in front of the door, trying to look over Henry's shoulder.]
Okay, they won't get out. And all these bubbles won't get in either.
[He opens his mouth and snaps his teeth, as though very lazily trying to catch one of said bubbles.]
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[And he's not so sure that he could turn back into a person right now and not have some extremely out of proportion limbs and he doesn't want to look like a Picasso painting.]
[Not even bothering to hold his head up anymore, he languidly starts curling up around the house. Haha, shoving his face across the grass feels so weird. This is great. Everything's great. By the time he gets his head back around to the front door, he thinks that part of his middle is in the pool, but he doesn't bother moving it. He situates his head right in front of the door, trying to look over Henry's shoulder.]
Okay, they won't get out. And all these bubbles won't get in either.
[He opens his mouth and snaps his teeth, as though very lazily trying to catch one of said bubbles.]
Did Heather pick up the phone? Or Lust?