Cerulean Cape jello mold

lionel was immediately annoyed by her reaction. less that she had pissed all over something, and more that he was on empty from watering the entire coastline for shits and giggles. that was, then, something he would do, which pressed the resemblance harder.
"i don't want that," he lied, backing away a couple of feet. he very much did, stained with urine or not; it was a good size and the longing extended to his teeth. but first, first he had to know. "what's your beef, man? why do you look like m — someone i know."