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"Hmpf. I'm fine." He was clearly not. Hung over the bathroom doorway was the shirt he had worn, a jagged bloody hole torn in the left breast. He reached up to his desk and started to pull himself up, being careful to keep his back to Awen.

On the desk was a roll of ace bandages and about five fasteners.

Richard drew himself up to his full height, his back to Awen. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Damnit! There was simply no way to save face in this situation. It wasn't right to take it out on her but if he didn't scare her away. Growling with frustration he smashed the palm of his hand down on the desk with BANG! "Alright just remember I'm an old man."

Awen's babble was starting to make his head hurt. He bit his knuckle while he waited for the torrent of words to stop. "Well Awen, one of Billy spines got me in the chest." He turned around, revealing the mounds of flesh on his chest. Far to large for any sort of manboob. Richard looks very depressed and disturbed. "I... can't bind these anymore, it hurts too much."

Richard bit his lip. He knew Awen was wrong, the shrinkage down below the intense sensitivity of the breasts. Moreau's last words. Still he certianly wasn't about to correct Awen or try to prove she was wrong. Rather that was the last thing he wanted to do. "Right... Thanks." Richard pulled out his chair and sat down sideways on it so not to crush his tentacles and tail. Running claws through his hair, he dredged up a smile. "Could I get you something to drink?"

Richard's smile grew brighter. "Thanks for that." It had come out rather well he thought. As for the next issue Richard hrrmed and rubbed his chin. He didn't quite know yet exactly. No one had been giving him tips on what was going on. He wondered if Gaius had made any progress in figuring out the dogs. "Well lets see. Not quite sure just yet. Seth gave me some brain teasers. Jamal killed a guard and left it near the village. And oh I got my first death threat from a squirrel." Richard ticked each one off on his fingers. He looked up at Awen, "Not quite enough for another newsletter yet. Should probably start writing it this week. Not like I'm going out much."

"It was a certain white squirrel with a lot of tails. She came up to me asked if I wrote the newletter and after I answered in the affirmative she slugged me." Richard rubbed his jaw a bit self consciously, his pride was still a bit sore from that one. "I got a letter threatening to sic Jamal on me shortly there after if I sulleyed her good name." Richard smirked. "Its my first letter to the editor, should be fun."

Richard looked down at his little hands when the Jamal information sunk into Awen. They fidgeted with eachother as they spoke. "Yeah... I assume it was Jamal, he had a number one carved into his forehead."

"Antony is her name? Well thats good to know." Richard chuckled. "I hadn't even learned her name. I was going to ask Billy but well that encounter got complicated. As for her ties to Jamal, I'll just stay out the jungle for now, especially after I publish that letter." He winked.

"As for Jamal..." Richard face turned dour. "I don't know. He talked but there wasn't anyone there anymore. Like you were talking to an animal." If Jamal could be saved, Richard knew he wasn't up to that particular task.