Mentalism. Or, A Tale Of Two Cities

I feel I should explain myselves (as inspired by a comment by Wyndham - I did it! I did it! I ceated a link that works. Watch out Bloggers, here I come!)

I, being the witch Inexplicable DeVice, dropped into this body, being the young man - 

What's your name again? 

dzzvtvvt! 

Oh, yes

 - a couple of months or so ago. If I'd known he'd be so contrary, well, if I'd known he'd be a he, I would've dropped into someone else. If only I'd had time to do some research. Unfortunately, time was a luxury I didn't have when I had to leave my original body. Now I'm stuck with this disobedient, smart alecky -  

I sound like who?

 zzgtzs sskzzzzs 

Agnes who?

 sskzzzzs 

Skinner? From a cartoon?

 zzt tsszzgt

 How dare you! Mmph...

 sszpt 

I am *NOT* like her!

 - Sorry about that little interruption. He has a high esper rating and a formidable aperception quotient which is challenging to say the least. He tends to "come through" quite often, especially when I'm drifting or emotional. In fact, I think he's written some of these posts himself. Looking back at the content, I'm sure I wouldn't have posted such banality. For that matter, looking around the kitchen leads me to believe that he had his own agenda when we went shopping the other day. I can see six boxes of French Fancies. Six!

Hmmm... I can't remember where I'm going with this. I'll come back later. Unless I'm busy. I'm supposed to be meeting the Supernaturals this evening... That Naked Knight has a lot to answer for!