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 Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 5:03 pm
If F hadn't been fortunate enough to numb his senses quite so effectively back on the beach, he would have been aware of a particularly uncomfortable tingling sensation that spread suddenly over his body.
As it was, F was still busy emptying his stomach when the hairs on the backs of his arms, calves, and along his jaw were slowly pushed from his skin by a material altogether more formidable. As the roots grew through, the new hair formed like bristles. These short, stiff bristles continued to grow across his shoulders, along the tops of his feet and in horizontal bands down his back.
While he hadn't noticed this, F definitely noticed the burning pain in his stomach that suddenly demanded his wandering attention. F's arms wrapped tight around his middle, and he let out a pained groan in answer to the woman who seemed to be shouting at him.
Still, he had been suffering from the wound in his belly to varying degrees over the course of the week. It was nothing new. He could only assume that alcohol was bad and that his stomach now simply had a more intense grudge against him.
He was completely clueless to the fact that his insides were actually busy taking on a strange new shape. One that was infinitely more specialised and perfectly designed to give grief on many levels.
While F's dulled senses were occupied almost completely with the pain in his stomach, they were only partially aware of a probing ache that had begun in his head.
"Ar, muh belly 'urts" he explained haphazardly through the door.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 5:43 pm
F ignored the threats and bent double, his skull now straining under the pressure of being gradually forced into a new, longer, narrower shape.
"Uhur, now m' brain 'urts..!" he complained in a child-like manner, as if she could do something about it.
The relatively soft cartilage in his nose and ears was reforming delicately- His nose lengthened and flattened, and formed a complex nasal passage ready for new senses to come, while his ears shrunk and he suddenly felt awkwardly deaf.
"Y'wha'?" he asked experimentally, and yelped at the muffled noise he heard. Fortunately this was soon followed by a distinct pop and a brief wave of relief.
This was followed by an awkward feeling in his top lip, as grooves formed in the skin and evolved into distinctly separate thick, but malleable bristles. At the same time his bottom lip seemed to shrink away. Again, if F was any more aware than he was he would have wished he wasn't. A sharp pain in his tongue would have made itself more prominent as would the feeling of it being meticulously ripped into three separate parts.
Finally, an invisible scalpel would make a long insision down the middle of his head, but drew no blood. His skin was left with an indentation, and that was that.
F was rather lucky that he only actually felt a vague if intense pain spread over his features, and that it didn't last any longer than it did. As the pain dulled he lifted his head and peered around the room absently.
"I fink I bi' my thongue." he said simply when the door opened to reveal the flea-featured man and the mess that had been made of Maryke's bathroom floor.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 6:10 pm
F gave a drunken, uncertain grin at the woman's strange behaviour, newly bristly eyebrows unevenly high. He then took it upon himself to leave the bathroom as she had wanted, walking unsteadily past her.
"Y' migh' want t' clean vad up." he suggested as he left the room, gesturing vaguely behind him with one hand while massaging his stomach with the other.
"Oh, fanks" he mumbled as he staggered back out of her duplex with an unbalanced hop. He then stumbled down the stairs, unintentionally sliding down the last few.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 7:36 am
Newt had been very suprised to see the note on his duplex, having gotten used to being generally ignored, save for the few who managed to catch him and make use of his servaces on the spot. Once up at the door in question, he shifted the harness that held his broom and other cleaning supplies to his back and gave a nervious knock, "Ah... muh-muh-maintenence?" He called.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 7:54 am
At the sight of who had made the call, Newt's already enormous eyes widened further, "Ah- it wuh-wuh-was you?" The smell didn't seem to bother him, although the fact that the rank stench of sick with open windows this close to the jungle undoubtably had attracted a nice torrent of flies and other tastey buzzy airborn snacks did. No way. He wasn't about to have this woman freak out at him again. It wasn't his fault they were so crunchy and delicious, was it? He swallowed thickly, adam's apple bobbing "Ah... s-sorry..." Newt never really understood what he was appologizing for, but people were often nicer when he started things off on an apologetic note.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 8:09 am
Newt made no motion to move in just yet, instead watched the insects buzz about her ears with interest. "Ah.... y-yuh-you're fuh-furrier th-than... luh-last we... we spuh-spoke," He murmured the dumb observation with raised eyebrows. His "time off" had given him a slightly rebellious streak- at least as rebellious as Newt could get, which mostly involved procrastination in the face of her apparent distress.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 8:24 am
As though out of spite, Newt took his time to suddenly snatch a bug from nearby with his tongue in true, practiced froggy style. ******** her- let her vomit if she wanted. This was him now, and he couldn't do anything about what his diet needed to be. "D-do you know wuh-wuh-wuh-what you're becoming?" He kept his tone light and conversational, setting his bucket of supplies and mop down to slowly go about undoing the harness as he chewed.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 8:39 am
The frog man frowned up at her, brows raised critically befor he picked up his things to hop inside. "Wuh-what happened in here?" Horray horray, he got to clean up vomit. Lovely. He would forever associate the smell with this woman, as it seemed to be consistantly around her. "D-do you have an eating dis-dis-disorder?" It was difficult to make an already bad joke with his speech impediment.
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