Two young adults, roommates, sat on their sofa one lazy summer afternoon.
Jason looked at Erin.
Erin glared at him. “Stop using your mental telepathy. I shouldn’t go to DQ, and I’m not going. You can’t make me change my mind.”
“But,” he protested. “I’m not.”
“Oh.” She blinked. “Must be the other voice in my head.”
“Is it all dressed in red, telling you to do bad things? Does your normal voice dress in white? Or are both dressed in red?”
“Who says there’s only two of them?”
“That says a lot.”
“It’s hard to tell them apart sometimes,” she admitted.
“Sometimes they cross dress.”