safety brick

Violet dressed quickly to go and get his mother. She got into her under shirt and pink hoodie.

"I think its best you not think about her." Violet warned him.

"I wouldn't know what to think, now would I?" Sid looked at her so innocently as he was trying to get into his socks.

"We need a safe word." Violet nodded as she slipped on her flip-flops that matched her pink yoga pants.

"A safe word?" Sid winced. "What are you going on about? That's what people come up with when they have kinky sex. I just want to see my mother."

"I'm not talking about kinky sex," Violet squinted. "Face the fact there are two of you in that nogg'n of yours. Sid one and Sid two."

"Well, which one am I?" Sid climbed into his dark T then after he buttoned his jeans.

"Obviously, the one who forgets everything." Violet's eyes lit. "Its just the other Sid is rather convincing." She bit at the tip her fingernail then as if she needed to think.

"Probably can't even tell us apart when we're in bed." Sid nodded.

"I'm beginning to think it was the other one who knocked me out and put the tattoo on my neck." Violet looked up at him. "Perhaps that's Sinister Sid."

"Sinister? Really? You think?" Sid scowled then.

"You are sweet." She nodded smoothing out his T-shirt.

"Sweet?" He smirked. "Sweets? That's it. Sweets."

"Sweets." She sighed. She hoped it worked. Hopefully, the other Sid wouldn't spoil this. "Well, come on. Lets see if she's up." Violet took his hand then. They had a plan. Perhaps.