"Xiao Liu? H-how-?"
"Honestly, no clue," Zhen Liu shrugged, "on the plus side, I...we feel like we can wrestle a rhino and win."
'Also that stupid voice is no longer making innuendos but she doesn't need to know that.'
While he was saying this however, his left hand began to poke and prod at his own cheek and body like it had a mind of it's own.
"Uh, Maestro? What's going on with your hand?," Hurricroak asked while pointing at the mobile hand.
"I'm not used to having flesh and teeth," Nepherage answered, "I'm getting used to the sensation." When she was taking lead of the body, the voice changed from sounding just like Zhen Liu to sounding like a mix of her own voice and Zhen Liu's. It was a bit disorientating to listen to, but not unpleasant.
"Nepherage, please stop."
"Sorry milord."
Zhen Liu's left hand stopped poking his face and dropped to his side.
"Thank you."
"Anytime."
