you slit my throat,
I’d thank you
for touching my skin.
these ｂｏｎｅｓ may ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ
S K I Nmay bruise
. Ｓ Ｐ Ｉ Ｒ Ｉ Ｔ .
"Kohai.." He paused, admiring his new self in the mirror. Clearly he was getting used to the look for some odd reason.
"Jealousy doesn’t become you. I can see the green envy in your eyes." He purred.
The professor cocked his head, sparse stubble on his chin visible. He arched an eyebrow. “I’ve no need for facial hair.” He murmured, resisting the urge to pull the scissors from his labcoat pocket and snip the dreadful thing from Spirit’s face.