Aze finishes up and then takes me into the bathroom and places me on the toilet. “Huh...” Aze mutters to herself, staring at me. “When she’s like this. I can carry her,” Aze places me on the top of the toilet. She lifts the top lid and places what looks like a smaller ring so I wouldn't fall in... again. The black-haired girl grabbed me and held me upright on the seat. "Ok, can you hold onto my shoulders?" She said in a baby voice.

I stare at her like she was insane. “I’m not a baby,” I thought to myself. Which is true because before I died. I was a seventeen years old boy. Not a little girl raised by Hannibal Lecter, "maybe I should play the part of a child. How old am I?" I reach my arms out and grab Aze's shoulders.

"Alright, I want you to hold still," Aze said. She kneels a little and places her hands around my waist. My body reacts to this like someone was tickling me. As she pulls down my pants, I start to blush.

"This is so weird," I think to myself, "It's not like I'm nervous. It's this stupid body, body, roady." I try to keep calm, but the tight pants rubbing on my legs with Aze taking them off didn't feel great. Now that I think about it, I have only had help with changing my clothes once in my life. I was in a car accident, go figure, and some shit happened, and I couldn't walk. I don't know all the details. I wasn't listening at that time. Anyways, it was still embarrassing, now and forever. I look back down to see my pants are completely off. "I'm in a bathroom, no pants on, and a girl is watching me..." It took me a minute to gather my thoughts. ”Oh! EW! Don’t look at me!” I pull down the overgrown shirt and cover my exposed skin. "Why does this remind me of Pride?" My face becomes completely red and flustered. I bury my face in my hands. "No! Wait! She's seen me naked, but why am I so nervous now!? It doesn’t make sense! Deep breaths! No! Rhyme, time, line, chime, chairs. Chairs. Cars. Yes, cars. Robots, computers. One plus one equals two. Two to the second is four. Why are romances so dramatic in tv shows? Oh my god! My hair is wavy. So, I mustn't fall for her. I’m so jealous. I’m going to blow this little misunderstanding out of proportion."

Aze picks me up and places me down on the toilet. My face is still covered and red. I peak up from my safety zone to see Aze standing above me. "It's alright." She said, still in that baby voice. Even though I think the voice is stupid. For some reason, it makes me feel calm, and I slowly reveal my face. "See, there is nothing to be afraid of." Her smiles and that baby voice reassure me.

We stare at each other for a minute or so, but I’m not able to pee. "I really need to go, but I don't know how." I am screaming inside. "What if?" I thought to myself. Bending down, I slowly lift my shirt. "It's like sideways lips." I sigh, "Maybe if I think about running water, streams, oceans, or-'' I start thinking, but nothing happens. “I really need to pee!” I look up at Aze as I have no idea what I am doing. As my frustration rose, I heard a noise beneath me. “And then they said, let it rain.” I sigh.

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Aze stares at me while I go to the bathroom. I stare back. “This is pretty fucking weird,” I think. We did this until I finished peeing, neither one of us breaking eye contact. “So… seen any movie lately? No?” I ask Aze. “Nothing weird going on here. Just two girls, having a conversation. This is fine… not really,” I look down at the toilet water. “Peeing is you just creating a waterfall.” I look a bit to the side, fiddling my fingers on my red shirt. The blue-haired girl watches as I talk, “Maybe I’m talking to myself in my head… Robot zombie. Life is like a box of piss: it stinks.” I look back at her, making direct eye contact.

“You almost one?” Aze asks.

I shake my head, “No, wait? How long have we been here? Three, six minutes?” I see a strand of black hair, grabbing and twirling it. “Nah, water is wet.” The sound of water stops. I lean my head slightly to the right. “What were we doing again?”

Aze picks me, “All done? Let’s go see Silver!”

“Was he the dude I called mother? Mother dearest. Have you seen Rachel? I heard she had a blast.” I said, rolling my eyes.

Aze carries me back to Silver, who is resting on his bed. “Here you go. Now rest,” she places me on top of Silver’s chest. “She’s all done,” Aze said.

I tower over him. I then poke his face. My hand changed from poking him to wiping his face. I squish my hand from his face to his eyes. “Oh, thank god you are here. She’s a bat shit crazy wench... wrench? She just watched me while I was on the latrina. Latrine! I tried establishing dominance, but she’s too dangerous to be kept alive.”

“I miss you too,” Sliver said, rubbing my head.

“I’m not a… chi- YAWN… ld,” I stretch out my arms and lie down. My head lies on his chest, “I’m… not… maybe a… little.”

“Just lie in bed...” Aze locks the door that leads outside. “I’ll bring dinner in a bit,” she said as she closed the bathroom door. A tiny locking sound comes from the door.

Silver and I sat there quietly for a bit. I looked up at him now and then. He would smile back and pet my head. “Am I dreaming? No, it has to be hospital drugs. I’m tripping on some LSDs. I'm having a weirder dream than those horny giant spiders that eat you after sex. So much running...”

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We hear a knock on the door. “What…?” Silver said.

“Hmm?” I yawn, “What’s going on?” I said, rubbing my eyes. I sit up and look around. I hear a noise from the wooden door and jolt my head at it.