if you are a boy, it is your responsibility to take care of yourself and pick the correct underwear so that YOU are the star of the show not whats in your pants. just throwing it out there. something you shouldn’t be doing with, you know what during a performance. -Jack
Gordon strached as he woke up, blinking slightly. Huh. Sleeping on the floor hadn’t really been uncomfortable before…he hadn’t really felt anything but pain before as a ghost. Dull impressions, sure, but nothing really…real. he looking at Tim, blinking as he realized he seemed more…colorful than last night. And then Gordon realized he was both breathing, and not transparent. He laughed to himself, knowing this was probably just some new ghost thing. He placed a hand over his heart, fully expecting nothing…and then it beat. And then he started screaming.