Re: Cissy and Jonah
Jonah's twenty first year had been the suckiest ever. It was the year his parents had got divorced, when his first ever girlfriend of five years had decided to dump him and when he'd discovered he had powers for the first time. He'd been at a crossroads on where to go, still finishing college, not knowing what the hell to do. He didn't wish he was that age any more... but his twenty-second year had been a damn sight better.
He'd been told he felt safe, like his arms were some sort of barrier between them and the outside world. He prized himself on his arms, his masculine body. Well, not as vain as that but he did like the fact he had such a valuable quality.
Then this girl was saying something about showering and he had to chucke again. "I'd say you were a pretty damn fine woman if you said yes to that, and a sensible one too." Just then Jonah prepared himhself for a squirt of fake blood and a scream, which came a second later.