“..I miss being young, and not dead, subsequently.” Alexander sighed wistfully. “If there was one thing I want more than anything, it would be just..a few more years of youth to revel in.”
After a couple of minutes, Johnny opened his eyes again. "I was 16 when I died," he murmured, mostly to himself. He shuddered at the thought. "Dally was 17." He stopped and his eyes widened at the realization, "My god... I'm alive... I think?" His heart rate began to pick up, now thinking about the situation, "But-- oh man. Okay... time for Kermit to explain where the actual heck we ar-- KERMIT! WHERE'S HE BEEN?!" Johnny sat up, no longer caring about the pounding in his head.
“I miss it too... but a lot of people have said that I never truly grew up. I’m still really just a kid at heart.” He chuckled softly, before Johnny shot up.
“Whoa whoa whoa- I’m sure he’s fine! You need to stay here and rest...”
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
Ana let out a soft whimper and turned on her side, brows scrunched up. “Right heeee-eeeere!” Kermit came flailing up the steps to the gazebo, holding his severed right arm, stuffing and all.
“I guess I could be better.” Kermit grimaced. Ana sat up, looking dazed. “I..I can stitch it back on..if you could just..give me a little while to rest..”
