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Grinning his own approval of Casey's confectionary creation, Tristan went about making sure everything was as it had been before they had arrived.

"Aye, 'tis ready. W'uld you like that for 'ere or to go sir?" Tristan replied, once more donning his collection of accents. Having finished cleaning up, He packed all of the containers into a cloth bag procured from somewhere inside his volumous coat and readied himself to head out.

"Aww didn't think you cared." He replied to Casey with a grin. "I've never let a little thing like choking put me off food."

Malic looked at the pair of them packing up. "I believe it would have to be eaten out, my good... man." A slight hesitance and one regretted immediately. He was- is a person, a human being forced to change into something else. No matter claws, beak or scales, Malic had to keep telling himself that he shouldn't think of them differently, he'll be in the same boat soon enough. A depressing thought, but he was suffering through something equal, if not worse then that.

He helped Casey swiftly for she looked like she was going to drop something. "Hoping to sprout another pair of hands?" A rhetorical question his mother always asked him and his brothers. Homesickness lingered at the edge of his senses until he realised it wasn't the best thing to say here. "Sorry, something my mum used to say a lot."

"th're's more than enough for everyone, ' was planning on taking some back with me, but 'ts better fresh"

Noticing (just barely) Malic's hesitation and wording Tristan was about to reply when Malic droped the bomb: "Hoping to sprout anouther pair of hands?" As the grim look overtook Casey, Tristan responded to the offending comment, scolding Malic "It would be best if you kept comments such as that to yourself, as this is no the place for them. The last thing any of us want is to give the "Gud Doktor" any more ideas than he's already had."

Going over to Casey, he proceeded to attempt to cheer her up " Dont worry bout it right now, things will work out. They always do, you just have to be patient. Also, as long as Aubrey is there, not all is lost."

Giving her a pat on the sholder, he finally declared "Come now you two! lets get back before the fire burns itself out!"

He couldn't look at her, even before she said anything, he wished he could take back what he said a hundred times over. "Yeah..." He sighed. "... Sorry... " He muttered in reply. Nothing else could be said to make it better, they were stuck. That was the reality and they were going to turn into some animal. Mammal for the lucky ones, bird and reptile for the not so lucky and insect for the buggered. He didn't know yet that plant was on the list.

Malic put his head in his hands in dismay. This is almost how he felt everyday since before he arrived on this island. Tiptoing around the mention of death when his dad was alive, slowing dying from an un curable disease. Then himself struck with the same disease. He'd learnt to cope, to joke about it. He even thought about taking up smoking just to break the taboo surrounding it. Not everyone had that same humour, he knew, some days he didn't either. He heard Tristan's scolding and nodded apologetically.

"Way to lighten the mood, Malic." He said in a low angry tone as he was left alone in the canteen. He lifted his head as Tristan called to get a move on and let out that sigh once more while picking up a few packets of snacks.

"You signed up for this, you wanted to be cured no matter what. The others were probably told some other lie, but you had a chose and asked no questions." Malic told himself firmly while standing at the doorway and staring at the clean, stainless steel kitchen. "If they told you what it meant giving up, your humanity, would you have still gone through with it?" Lines appeared on his brow while grey eyes followed his chin downwards. Grains of sand was the only indication anyone had been in here that night.

A click and the world was swallowed into darkness. "Maybe." A whisper then footsteps as the man walked towards the waiting pair, a grim smile pasted on his face that faultered upon seeing Casey's tears.

"Sorry." A word that he foresaw would be an integral part of his vocabulary hung akwardly in the air.

The silence between them seemed to stretch for an enternity, at first Malic thought she wasn't going to speak to him ever again until she came over and touched his shoulder.

He gave a sheepish smile at her last question, 'Will you forgive me?' then nodded. "As long as you accept my apology, I should've put my brain into gear before my mouth. It was thoughtless of me regardless." The smile broadened and he looked at Tristan. "Let's go then."

Malic didn't run quite as fast, more of a jog as he figured with the armour Tristan had would slow him down.

"Unless it's a rare stair climbing snake." He added helpfully over her shoulder. "It has legs." He sounded quiet serious, but a grin threatened to appear at the edge of his lips.

He waited at the bottom of the stairs wondering if Tristan decided to head to the bonfire alone.

Casey rolled her eyes in a friendly way. "Oh yes... I feel much better now." She laughed, the vivid image of a snake with legs slinking into her thoughts. "Ahoy there" Casey looked up, spotting Tristan in the tree. "What the cow? Hey, Tristan. Hows the weather up there? ... erm... May I ask how long you've been up there?"

She grinned, climbing up the stairs untill she was about level with him. "Carefull. Broke my arm when I was younger, climbing in my cousens appletree. The bone ripped clear through my flesh. Not fun." She said, tapping a faint scar across the underside of her forearm.

She unlocked her duplex and walked lightly in. It wasn't exactly a pig sty but rather unorganized. A small pastel mural colored one wall and there were drawings and doodles here and there. The table was covered in papers and a empty guitar case laid on the floor.

She rummaged through the papers, eventually finding several bars of chocolate and a half-smashed box of teddygrams. "Come on in... Sorry 'bout the mess." She called, shoving the smore makings into her hoodie pocket.

[0% Eri]

A pair of oddly colored eyes peeked through a bush nearby.Shadowy figures were around a horrific mass of evil, fire.Eri let out a small gasp of fear and drew back into the bushes.