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He flinched at the sight of the tongue, but remained polite, "The b-beaches n-near where I g-grew up w-were t-too cold to enjoy l-like th-this... and t-too pebbly.... and f-foggy..." He gave a little chuckle, "B-but... th-the s-sun sets here s-sure are b-beautiful."

He gave her an awkward smile, bending to pick up his boots and his broom, "Ah... it w-was v-very n-nice m-meeting you, M-miss C-cassidy. If y-you ever n-need anything, f-feel free to ask!"

New RP


Thom heartily regretted his trip to the beach.

After his day struggling out on the 'football field', he had risked the walk through the jungle to spend a relaxing evening on the beach, swimming, sun bathing, and generally wasting time until the sun went down. That had been the intention, anyway.

Upon arriving, however, things took a decidedly different turn. Though one side of him, the side that kept insisting his soccer ball would make a lovely dinner, was thrilled by the warm sands of the beach. But the other, the side Thom desperately clung to following his first change, was heartily put out by his first steps onto the sand. Though thus far he had suffered only 'minor' changes, it was terribly unnerving to walk across a beach and be unable to just...sit and play your feet through the sand. Sift sand between your toes.

Nevermind the fact that it was much easier to walk on the sand with solid feet. He missed sifting, dammit.

Distraught as he was by his altered feet, Thom failed to immediately notice the python woman, looking over only when he caught her wave out of the corner of his eye. His blood ran cold as he recognized Cass, slender tail coiling around his leg despite the slight twinge of pain. Even more than the first time they had met, the sight bothered him. That'll be you in a few months, a voice hissed in his head.

Shoving it to the back of his mind, he forced a weak smile, which faded almost instantly as he stepped towards Cassidy. "I...owe you an apology, f'our first meetin'. I'd forgotten at th' football game, distracted..." He paused, frowning briefly, then added, "But I am sorry."

"Somethin' t' look forward to m'self now," he replied dryly, lifting a hand to eye the dark scales littering the back. After a pause, nodding, he sunk down on the sand beside her. Involuntarily, he smiled, fingers sinking down into the warm sand, but as his feet made to do the same, his smile faded.

"Changed last night," he finally offered, sparing her a glance. "I think I'm goin' t' be a snake too." He spoke in a rush, fixing his eyes on a point on the sand. As much as he wanted to deny it, and as loathe as he was to admit it--well, who better to talk to on the subject than Cass?

Thom self consciously shifted his feet, tucking them down into the sand and, for the most part, out of sight. At least, hidden to the point that they still looked normal. The scales on his hands and face, now, he could care less about, and the larger ones on his stomach and back were easily hidden by clothes. But his feet? His shoes didn't fit properly any longer. He couldn't hide his feet. They were a constant reminder of what was to come.

Waving aside Cassidy's words, he tried again, searching for an excuse. "Unless--I mean, I know absolutely nothin' about reptiles. Y' don't know of anythin' else it could be, do you? It doesn't.. doesn't seem likely with, y'know, m' feet as they are, but--but maybe? Maybe I'll keep m'legs, right?"

There was a slightly desperate note as his gaze fixed on the bizarre formations that were once Cass's legs, and he grimaced faintly, hands clenching into fists in the sand.

It wasn't that Thom disliked reptiles, persay. He had never been much of an animal person, else he might have liked them very much. But the prospect of turning into one, of turning into something like Cass for the rest of his life was absolutely terrifying.

"Your feet were fine?" She hadn't even been this far at her first change? ...Well, his situation was bloody hopeless, then. "I can't use a ruddy wheelchair--I 'ad t'use crutches for a month in school and it damn near killed me. An' prosthetics--Prosthetics! I can't lose m' legs, Cassidy, I can't!"

Temper tantrum aside, Thom was terribly upset. He scrambled to his feet, as if expecting his legs to simply fall off if he didn't use them, and began pacing back and forth. "What, is this some sort of sick joke t' them? Chop th' legs off th' ruddy football player? This. Isn't. Bloody. Fair."