Master studies Mistress and i inwardly roll my eyes, jumping up and tugging on the bottom of his jeans. I pull them to the stairs and nudge them towards it.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I stare into Master's eyes until he follows her, confused. Sighing again, I bound up the stairs and nod towards their room, smelling something weird. Well... so much for before...
I sniff the ground and walk in.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security. — Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451