There I sit, in the middle of two very different beings, in my huge white tanktop and a pair of a gym shorts. There sits Leonardo Wilde, his huge mane grows wild, he growls when angered and continually is pondering and writing and talking with me about ideas, his full suit is smooth and well kept after, and his Gryffindor tie has the best Windsor knot the world has ever seen, no shoes cover his paws. There sits Ash Lee, an unformed, vague shape of a humanoid, his mouth is unformed, his thoughts are primordial, and he wonders what he will become. I do not know how he hears, but when I give him an idea, he shakes his head everytime at it. Perhaps I even wonder what he will become. There we sit, trading ideas and opinions of ideas all day long. We all pass out at the same time of night, and all rise promptly at 6:15 AM each morning, and immediately begin our conversing again. We dream the same dreams, think the same thoughts, live the same life, but we are still not the same. And that makes us great. :;,