CrypticAbyss

"Peej, seriously, what's wrong? This isn't funny any more." Chris trailed PJ around the flat, a worried look in his face. "Nothing, I'm fine." PJ snapped. "Come on, we both know that isn't true." Chris replied, sighing. "Please, I'm okay, seriously." PJ span around to face Chris. "You're not and I know you're not." Chris folded his arms across his chest. "How?" PJ stared at him like he was stupid. "It's easy to tell. Your voice changes, it goes all monotone, and your eyes aren't sparkling." Chris stated, matter-of-factly. "You... You think my eyes... Sparkle? PJ looked at Chris biting his lip and trying to stop the smile that was itching to c

"PJ, what the fuck?" His usually brown curls were now a faded pink, his face painted white with dark patches around his eyes and a rouge smile painted on and around his lips. He reminded Chris of the Joker, just a bit more, how could he say it? Gay. "I'm not PJ, kid," he said in what Chris would describe as an American gangster style voice, "I'm Wiggles the clown." Chris cocked his eyebrow at the other, who chewed upon a cocktail stick, his hands in his jacket pockets. He watched Chris with amusement in his eyes, a smile masked by the fake red one. "Ok Wiggles, I'll leave you to it," Chris said, about to walk past him out of the room when