Dan's POV:
I scroll through my twitter feed and smile as I wonder what my followers would make of the whole situation if they all knew. Naturally I had dressed Phil in black, because 1. I'm technically Dan Howell, why wouldn't I dress in black 2. Phil looks quite good in black. "Phil your eyes are crap" I yell, flopping down on the sofa as I give up squinting at the phone. "Put my glasses on again then." he replies. "Ewww" Phil says as he enters the room. "You've made me look all dark and mysterious" I flash him a cheeky grin. "Good, I like dark and mysterious" I say before noting the fluorescent coloured tshirt Phil had dressed me in. "Jesus christ Phil, could you make me look any less like myself?" I roll my eyes at him and think about the real problem we have today, besides the fashion sense and the whole body switching thing. "Phil, seriously though, Louise is coming round today and she can't know about this, like her mind will implode." Phil makes a grimacing face and scratches his head. Or mine, jesus christ this is confusing. "Wellll.. we could start by not wearing eachothers clothes...."
"Nah we do it anyway who cares" Phil sits down beside me. "Not all the time! Just jumpers and coats and stuff!" He says, sounding a little panicky. I shrug. "True, look Philly, don't get too worked up, just try to be me, I mean, we've lived with eachother for four years, and plus now you've got the voice.. and the face... and oh god this is weird!" I look at him with wide eyes as the situation dawned on me. "Oh god how did this even happen? Why did this even happen? Why us?!" My voice is getting louder and louder, and higher, to be honest I don't know how high Phil's voice can go, but I'm certainly straining it. I may be Phil Lester for the time being, but my mind is still Dan Howell, and I can't escape the impending doom of existentialism crashing down onto my brain.
Phil's POV:
Oh great this is all I need, an existential crisised up Dan (is that even a word?) in my body when Louise is probably going to arrive in like less than an hour. I'm pretty sure I told her two o'clock so we have time to sort a few things out. "Dan pleeeease, you're not making the situation better for me or you" Dan has stood up and is leaning against the wall with a sort of emotionless\oh god what is happening expression. I didn't even know I could make that face, wow. "Do you need some chocolate? Coffee? If you're in my body you must at least have a small coffee craving". Well done Phil, mention the thing that made him internally disolve for a while, great tactics. "Do you need a cuddle? I could give you a literal bear hug, get it? Bear hug? Because your nick- yeah.. But yknow" Dan/me turns to me and looks at me. I give him a hopeful smile, and he nods. "Hot chocolate first though" He mumbles. Yessss I broke the barrier! I go into the kitchen and grab the hot chocolate and the coffee out of the cupboard. "Marshmallows? I didn't eat the whole packet, we have two left" I shout to him, and get a slightly annoyed "mmm" back. I sit down next to him and he leans against me, I'm telling you its very hard not to spill coffee when you're being leaned on, but it's a very nice feeling, even if it is technically myself leaning on me.
