"Reaper, you don't put glitter in your mouth! Gods, our insides must look like a vampire from Twilight-"
A what?
Hey, it was shiny, and it looked edible!
"You are such a dumbass-"
Well, at least we'll have sparkly shits.
"We can't even shit! Also, that's disgusting."
Agreed.
Uh... Sparkly... Saliva?
"Our blood probably fuckin' glitters now. We'll look like a piñata full of inedible glittery blood that even the hungriest cannibal would refuse to touch."
That made zero sense and I am not sorry.
"You're going to be sorry."
OoooOoOoo scary. I'm shaking in my boots.
"You mean my boots."
That's what I said.
Assaulting your tongue in such a way won't remove the glitter, Canary.
I think she knows that.
"It's worth trying! I want it out- God, I am never letting Reaper near a bottle of extra fine glitter again."
Hey! It's not my fault there was a spoon in it!
"It was a SCOOP, REAPER! A SCOOP!"
IT LOOKED LIKE A SPOON!
And we're yelling now.
"IF I COULD THROTTLE YOU, I WOULD-"
WELL, WHAT'S STOPPING YOU?
"I don't know, maybe the fact that we're stuck iN THE SAME DAMN BODY?"
...that checks out.
PLEASE stop yelling. It's going to give us a headache.
"It already has."
Stop mumbling, Reaper.
Do you want me to stop yelling, or stop mumbling?
Both?
"Now they're arguing with each other. Gives me the time to figure out how to clean up someone's mess, at least..."
I did nothing.
"You. Ate. GLITTER!"
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Random Short Stories/Written Ideas
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