where is your boy tonight? i hope he is a gentleman.
Sam was more than thankful to have awoken as himself again. Not that he minded so much the perks of being a girl, but he was definitely glad to have his manly bits back.
It was night and Sam was smoking filched cigarettes.
Tony had been asleep when he ducked out of the room. He was antsy. He needed to run, but he didn't dare. The last time he'd done that, he'd nearly gotten himself killed and it was up to fuckin' King Arthur (or whatever) to bring him back.
That and Tony would notice. He really wasn't sure anyone else would, but then again he didn't think that mattered quite so much.
He sat in the sand and watched the stars while droplets of warm rain spattered inconsistantly from the sky above. He felt at home in this kind of weather. He imagined that Johnny would probably make fun of him for it.
He was alright with that too.
Mostly, he was just glad to be a boy again.
It was night and Sam was smoking filched cigarettes.
Tony had been asleep when he ducked out of the room. He was antsy. He needed to run, but he didn't dare. The last time he'd done that, he'd nearly gotten himself killed and it was up to fuckin' King Arthur (or whatever) to bring him back.
That and Tony would notice. He really wasn't sure anyone else would, but then again he didn't think that mattered quite so much.
He sat in the sand and watched the stars while droplets of warm rain spattered inconsistantly from the sky above. He felt at home in this kind of weather. He imagined that Johnny would probably make fun of him for it.
He was alright with that too.
Mostly, he was just glad to be a boy again.