[It’s 4 am and we have no idea what we are doing. Look at our life, look at our choices.]
(Royal we, now? Really?)
{Well, there are three of us. That warrants a ‘we’ I think?}
[Damn right.]
(Oh, do shut up. You’ll scare people away.)
You know, Chinah and I have been wondering, if I’m the soul, is she the heart or the head? And whichever she isn’t, who fills that spot?
That’s an interesting thought.
I guess that’d make Leanne the heart, Fayte the brain, and Cheyenne the soul, in my case…
Are you sure there isn’t a third one of you in there?
I…don’t know.
We’re kind of searching through those we know of and…
No one fits.
Not even Sebastian.
We are confused and shit.
Maybe you split the other spot?
Or maybe they’re hiding? No, that seems unlikely.
