took back my heart but it's never been the same
"Th'fuck y'mean, 'don' panic'?!" you demand, clearly a little panicked. But you do begin to calm down a little, taking deep breaths and attempting to pull your shit together. Rising up to not-your feet, you look down at not-your naked body, considering modesty for a moment before shrugging that idea off. Whoever it is you're supposed to be, she's got nothing to be embarrassed by.
The dude seems to have his shit figured out, so there's that at least. "Any chance y'know who I am, Noah?" you ask laconically in that way-too-high voice, gesturing to not-you expressively. "Or where th'fuck we are? Or how t'get out an' I get my cock back?"
Now that you're not actively panicking about your lack of manhood you look round the room which is full of.... keys. So many keys. Too many keys. And a door, which seems more useful, so that's what you beeline for, investigating the keyhole and trying to find some hinges or a knob or some other way to get it open.
The dude seems to have his shit figured out, so there's that at least. "Any chance y'know who I am, Noah?" you ask laconically in that way-too-high voice, gesturing to not-you expressively. "Or where th'fuck we are? Or how t'get out an' I get my cock back?"
Now that you're not actively panicking about your lack of manhood you look round the room which is full of.... keys. So many keys. Too many keys. And a door, which seems more useful, so that's what you beeline for, investigating the keyhole and trying to find some hinges or a knob or some other way to get it open.
maybe love is a young man's game
