"C'mon," he held out both hands to the side, a sly smirk on his lips, "how could you not recognize this?" He was kidding. Half the time he didn't recognize himself from day to day, so really it wasn't that big of a deal. Then again, he wasn't sure that Johnny had seen the 'normal' him yet. The term 'normal' to be used loosely. Maybe it was weird, but Wylie had almost no conscience when it came to this kind of thing and he absolutely had no shame.
"What are you up to? How you been?" Before any questions can be answered he leans in a little, "What color are your eyes?" He realizes how stupid that sounds, but c'mon, the only times they've ever seen each other involved being cloaked in darkness. He doesn't usually have time to pay attention to that kind of thing.
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Date: 2011-04-05 08:43 am (UTC)"What are you up to? How you been?" Before any questions can be answered he leans in a little, "What color are your eyes?" He realizes how stupid that sounds, but c'mon, the only times they've ever seen each other involved being cloaked in darkness. He doesn't usually have time to pay attention to that kind of thing.