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 Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 11:41 pm
"Of some sort, yeah."
Sid pressed the bottle into Billy's tentacle.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 11:46 pm
"Been... drivin' me... feckin' mad here," he mumbled as he clumsily unscrewed the cap and with two tentacles managed to lift it to pour into his "mantle cavity." He paused, eyes closing while he siphoned the water back out again and proceeded to use the rest of the bottle to moisten his skin. "Hate this...."
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 11:51 pm
Sid couldn't help but glance back at his scaly tail. It had finally stopped twitching at random, leaving it just something that got in the way and at times kept him up at night.
"Eating always helps," he said, trying to shake the thoughts of where the scales might spread next.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 11:54 pm
"Already tol' y', m'killin' meself... via... starvin' meself," The octopus explained as though Sid were being rediculous and beating a dead horse Billy himself had long abandoned.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 11:58 pm
Sid sighed yet again and rubbed his face. "Okay... I get it."
He sat there for a few seconds, as if it were really necessary to try and catch Billy off guard in his state. He didn't warn him, didn't say he made him do it... He just grabbed Billy and dragged him towards him.
Force feeding it was, then.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:00 am
"Th'feckin'... hell are y'..?" Billy slurred in confusion as he was grabbed again, tentacles twitching flimsily.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:03 am
"Just what I said." Sid akwardly hauled Billy closer with one arm, manhandling him like an overgrown, many-armed baby. It wasn't easy, even with him drugged. Sid himself, after all the going back and forth, was feeling annoyingly sober despite there being no complaint from his leg yet.
He picked up a piece of sushi with his other arm and was, just as he said before, prepared to ram it down Billy's throat. "Now quit being so damn difficult."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:09 am
"No...!" Billy groaned, trying his hardest to struggle, but his movements were sluggish and clumsy, and he ran out of steam quickly. His limbs coiled around Sid's arms and the chair, "No... I wanna' die, y'bloody ...ballsuckin'.... feckin'..." His imagination seemed fairly dry when it came to insults. With the lack of food and nutrience to his brain, the cepholopodian man tired and hung from the older man's grip like a limp bit of soggy meat.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:13 am
Sid almost said something about how if Billy really wanted to die he'd try something faster, something that maybe involved heights or a blunt object, but he didn't want to give him any ideas. He took the opportunity to stick the piece of sushi in his mouth. He dreaded having to go so far as to try and force him to chew.
For some reason he thought of Seinfeld.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:15 am
Billy groaned and sputtered, but his starving insides instinctively sucked the fish flesh down his throat without even bothering to chew and he gasped for air.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:17 am
Sid recoiled. In that moment he was certain he'd made Billy choke. Just great.
"Uh... You okay?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:21 am
His eyes had glazed over, inhuman, horizontally pupiled eyes twitching over Sid's face and the fish on the table. A strange, choking gurgling noise escaped his throat, and his limbs wormed their ways up to investigate.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:25 am
"Ohhh s**t..." Sid groaned. He couldn't be that fishy yet, could he? He hadn't even been bothered by more than an odd craving for shrimp! He quickly tried to defer Billy's attention to the plate of sushi.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:30 am
The octopus gave a wet coo as weak, quivering tentacles brushed against the sushi needily. Where Billy's brain had been rediculously stubborn, the octopus's will to survive (and not go hungry) pushed through. He slipped forward off of his chair to drape his rubbery limbs and stretchy webbing over him like an overgrown, hideous, many limbed dog.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:34 am
Sid turned his head away, tried to keep his breathing normal, and kept the plate held more or less level with the octopus. He deeply regretted dragging Billy closer in the first place, but once he was crawling all over him all he could do was wait for it to be over... and try not to whimper.
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