on Fourth Wall Day at Last Voyages

[fearthepackingchips]

...You're not gonna make me talk to myself, are you?


Be honest, would you even notice? Or complain?


SHUT YOUR TRAP, pardner, I got enough people in here, I don't need EXTRA voices from the peanut gallery.  And anyway, I mean somebody else in here.  There.  Writer-lady's head.  You know, pronouns get really fucked up in this business, has anybody ever noticed that before?

Maybe if I wear a disguise nobody'll notice. I know I've got a dress I've been waiting to use for AGES, and this sounds like a special occasion.


It really brings out the blue in your eyes.


That's what I said!  Thanks, crazy voice in my head!  I'm glad somebody's listening in there.  Here.  Somewhere.

What's that, Writer-lady?  ...Can I call you Evil Overlord?  I feel like that's more appropriate.  ...no?  Okay.  Well can't blame a guy for trying!

Anyway.  Didja say something about Bea being there?  I heard you chatting with somebody.  'Cause if she is, then I'm gonna have to get a nicer dress.

I can bring my guns though, right?  Pleeeeease?  I promise I'll be good!

Comments

[fearthepackingchips]

Well sure. Because sometimes you feel like a nut, and sometimes you just want to wear a dress and feel pretty!

[inharperwetrust]

Well, you'll forgive me if I suppress that urge and bury it deep inside me.

[As well as that mental image...

...And this conversation.]

[fearthepackingchips]

Not for everyone, I guess.

So. Are you crossing your signals too?

Really? That's...that's the wording you're going with?

[inharperwetrust]

Hey. I don't cross anything, pal. I'm straight up ladysexual.

[fearthepackingchips]

Well so am I! What's your point?