“Yes, I’ve got some…” he took a few pieces of paper, and handed it to him, along with a large book he could use as table, and a pencil.
Done this, he sat on his bed. Memories began to flow through his mind. Where could he begin? If his dreams were true, he had met Annwyn when they were nothing more than little children. Maybe it would be easier to begin their story from the point where they had met as adults, here, in Metro City.
“But, before beginning… I’ll tell you something, Jack. I’m not exactly ‘normal’… And she isn’t either. Both of us have another personalities, anothers souls sharing our bodies. You can tell it by the color of our eyes. Look. I’ll let my ‘brother’ take over for a moment, so you can meet him.”
Ezayne allowed him to stare into his green eyes. He bliked briefly, while the orange color began to fill his eyes. Ezzy finally revealed himself. HIs voice sounded slightly deeper than his “brother’s”.
“I believe my ‘brother’ didn’t introduce me properly. The crybaby with green eyes is Ezayne. I’m Ezzy, the one and only guy in this city with orange eyes. Nice to meet you at last, Jack.”
He looked around, mumbling something to himself. Jack could see how the orange switched to green slowly, as Ezayne took the control again. “See? It works exactly in the same way for my girl. Amazing, isn’t it?”
Jack couldn’t help it – his mouth dropped open. Sure, it wasn’t the strangest thing he’d ever seen, but it was still very unexpected. And it didn’t make him feel any better about spending so much time alone in this place with Ezayne, or Ezzy, or whatever the two personalities wanted to call themselves.
Still staring (and not caring how rude it looked), he gulped, and said, “It’s, um, fascinating. H-how long have y-you been like th-this?”
“Thank you. To answer your question… Practically all my life. Just not being too aware of it until recently…” he said, knowing common people would find this really weird. He didn’t care too much, though. He always enjoyed attention.
“I know, it can be weird. Just to let you know, if I suddenly say something rude or violent, check my eye color, surely Ezzy says it. HE’s a whole lot harsh than me…”
Ezzy wanted to kick his brother, but he couldn’t do it without hurting himself. He growled a little inside Ezayne’s mind, while the blue-haired man simply smiled for Jack.
“I-I’ll r-remember that,” Jack managed to say. He tried to turn the subject back to the painting, and picked up the makeshift sketchpad so he could begin drawing as Ezayne talked. “S-so, y-you’ll be one of the lovers in this mural. And y-your ladyfriend will be the other one, I take it? What does she look like? Do you m-maybe have a photo of her?” He could go by a description if he had to, trying out sketches until he got it right, but a photo would be much better.
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