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 Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 8:26 pm
Sid walked ahead- slowly, so as not to look like he was just abandoning Billy. He considered the sink, but it was probably going to take more than that. He cast a mournful look at the bathtub before he bent down to turn on the faucet.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 8:34 pm
"Aaah, tha's wha' m'talkin' aboo' righ' there," He sighed, crawling up the side of the tub to dump himself in, "Ach, colder! Colder, y'tryin' t'boil me?" He shreiked, jumping as he hit the water.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 8:43 pm
"Alright, alright." Sid turned the hot water off completely. "Better?"
As he stared at Billy, he had to remind himself that he was almost as fishy, so really there was no reason to feel like he had to clean the tub after...
He lowered the lid of the toilet and sat down, his tail curling uncomfortably to one side. He was almost used to that.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 8:50 pm
The octopus sighed, stretching his tentacles out to fill the tub with their various coils, his head propped up on porcelin. "Righ'... aye, s'much better."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 8:55 pm
"Cool." Mission accomplish, Sid's mind drifted again. The front door was still open, the music was still playing, and his joint was going to waste in the other room. He sprang to his feet. "One sec." He hurried into the duplex's main room, shut the door, and rescued the weed on the way back.
He sat back down with a sigh. "So... what's up?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:05 pm
He seemed about to speak when he caught a whiff of the smoke, his eyes dialating and locking on the orange glowing end of the f**. Twenty days sober, and he hadn't really had many real temptations to thwart his progress. His eyes flickered over Sid and the joint, mouth open as though to say something. He reached up to run a tentacle tip across the top of his deactivated collar.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:07 pm
Sid didn't notice until after he exhaled... after things clicked into place one by one. The collar, the deactivation, the abstinence, the need to be at least a little considerate. Oops.
"Oh, s**t, sorry." He put the joint out on the porcelain of the sink, heedless of the mark it'd leave behind. He could always revive it later. "You want me to open a window?
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:14 pm
He almost said something rude straight off, but something stopped him. He always liked his buzz- and pot was pot, a little contact- no, he would show them he was more than a tweaked out looser. Right. Right. Pass it up. Decline. Did pot really count, though? He hadn't had a drop of alchohol since the party, and he didn't have any real need for that. He ran his tongue over his strange teeth as he mulled over how to answer. His cheak twitched, "No- I... er..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:17 pm
Sid waved a hand dismissively. "It's cool, really."
Because he didn't have to smoke, or drink, or keep taking the pills... he really should have thrown the pills out. He glanced at the medicine cabinet as he thought about it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:19 pm
"Y'go' a f**?" He finally managed in a hoarse voice, lowering himself down into the water to fill his ear-hole.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:22 pm
"Uh..."
Sid's mental process was too bogged down to leap straight toward offense. It crawled a little way there before he remembered. Cigarette, f** meant cigarette.
"Somewhere..."
He got back up and found the light and nearly empty pack beside the space where the typewriter shaped blank space on his desk. When he stepped back into the bathroom he lit two and handed one to Billy. That only left one, but he had nothing to collect his payment with.
At least he still had weed.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:28 pm
"I been tryin' t'kick th'habit," He took it and gave it a few hungry puffs as he rubbed under his eye. "A lo' o' habbits. Sorry. So how's me script comin'!" He changed the subject perhaps just a bit too fast.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:31 pm
"Me too. Habits, that is," Sid muttered. Mention of the script made him tense as though a gun had just been pressed into his back. "The script? Ah... Well... There's was a bit of a-" he glanced back at the door, though he could only make out the corner of the desk. "-Setback. Typewriter broke."
It was true. In a sense.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:34 pm
He frowned at that, puffing angry white puffs of smoke about his head, "Wha' d'y'mean typewriter broke?" He grunted, glancing over agian.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:37 pm
"Like it broke man... it ceased to function... It is an ex typewriter." Sid shook his head, he'd slipped into the land of parody. His head was still too damn fuzzy. "I mean I had to send it off for repairs. It should be okay. Soon, I hope."
He took a drag off the cigarette, but it just wasn't quite the same.
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