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 Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:42 am
He could feel the plate rattle in his hand as he gobbled the sushi down, scattering rice over the angler-fish's lap. The spines lining the back of his head and down his back flaired their short fins in a series of nervious flinches untill the plate was empty of fish and they flattened back down.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:43 am
When the noise died down, Sid risked glancing back over. "Done?" he asked. God he hoped so.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:45 am
His tentacles felt over the rubbery, fishy flesh of Sid's hand gripping the plate, and his forhead dripped with what could hope to be sweat. He dipped his head down to give it an experimental bite with his beak-like teeth.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:47 am
Sid gasped and jerked his hand back. Acting totally on reflex- make that mostly- again, he hit Billy over the head with the plate. It didn't break, but it did make an interesting noise.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:52 am
Billy gave a startled cry at the fish, tentacles tightening their grip for a moment befor he went lax, his collar kicking in once again enough to send him off chasing butterflies in a far away place, leaving his mutated shell behind to sleep soundly on his caretaker's lap.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 1:05 am
It took Sid a moment, followed by a little bit of nudging, to confirm Billy was out.
"Aw, ********," he sighed.
He sat there, octopus and all, long enough to work up the nerve to try and get him off. His first idea was to just roll him into the floor, but that would just be cruel. It was, it turned out, even harder to get him off without resorting to something like that.
Grunting and muttering curses, Sid worked his arms under Billy, half lifted him... and after deciding trying to lift him was a bad idea while sitting, he very slowly and carefully slid him back into his wheelchair. Billy ended up on his side, but that was still technically in the wheelchair. Sid wiped the sweat from his brow and cursed the fact he was getting a workout from trying to position the damn space case. Once he got the Billy into the chair properly he folded his legs out of the way of the wheels. He'd be fine like that. Once he woke up he'd surely be able to just wheel himself out of the cafeteria.
Sid rose and made it ten feet away before his conscious kicked him hard enough to make him turn back around.
"Why do I do this?" He said aloud. "Seriously, why?"
He mulled that over while he pushed Billy out of the cafeteria, the lame pushing the lame.
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