Gus pouted. It's not like he could do much more, his eyes forever set in such an expression. When Gus was promised reincarnation, his wildest dreams weren't enough to prepare him for this. In his former life, his lips had never been touched by a woman, and he had been promised that his new life would be different. Now, they were touched all too often, but this wasn't what he had had in mind. This gross distortion of his being, doomed to life as a steering wheel and a set of dash instruments, and he can't even say what they do to his...
Gus pouted. It was not as if he could do much else. |