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 Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 8:43 pm
One of his weak upper tentacles rose, trembling to take it befor he noticed, realising he had moved the wrong limb and lifted his hand instead, giving a manic laugh, "S'difficult t'figure ou'..." His voice was slurred slightly, as though he had gotten drunk off of his panic.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 8:52 pm
Again, she nodded in understanding. Her tails had been hard to figure out for the longest time, but eventually she got it and that's what she'd tell him. "Takes a bit of getting used to I suppose," the squirrel woman said softly, watching him quietly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 8:59 pm
His hand was trembling as he brought the bottle to his lips, dribbling a bit down into his goatee as he drank, clumsilly managing to set it down on the table top. "I... haven't had... a drink in a day," Again, he gave his giggle, as though this were some hilarious joke.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:05 pm
As he trembled, Antony couldn't help but feel bad for him, and after a bit of hesitant thought, she opened her arms in the universal 'want a hug?' sign. It was only offered because no one else was there, and she was feeling guilty.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:08 pm
He stared at her in confusion. He had had his stash stolen. He had been framed for near rape. He had had a testical removed and imprisoned in solitary confinement for a day. And he had returned, onto to have a set of tentacles explode from his chest. God dammit, he needed a hug. A short, sharp sob escaped his throat and he leaned forward to burry his face against her tattooed chest.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:13 pm
Antony was surprised he actually took up the offer, much less that he sobbed whilst doing it. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she held him to her, absently rubbing her fingers along the back of his neck before resting her chin atop his head.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:26 pm
His shoulders shuddered as he silently sobbed, pressed against her soft breasts. She had hated him so much and now she was holding him... maybe there was hope here! Maybe he had made the right decission! Maybe everything was going to be okay!
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:35 pm
Figuring he wasn't looking for sex at the moment, Antony tolerated his face being pressed against the twins for now. Her fingers continued to run along his normal skin, oblivious to all that he had done to Colche, which was damn lucky for him.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:38 pm
"Poisoned... poisoned... what if it wasn't? What if it's not? Didn't matter... s'a test..." He babbled between choked noises, his arms wrapped around her middle, the tentacles quivering between them befor snaking around her as well, "Hungry..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:45 pm
"What are you talking about?" She asked, entirely confused as to what he was referring to or speaking about. The fact that he felt so emotionally broken was the only thing that allowed her to keep her head when she felt his tentacles wrap around her. "There are some nuts within reach, but everything else is across the room."
And he was latched to her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:47 pm
"The... the... the white room..." He mumbled, seemingly loosing his energy again, lulled by the sway of her bousom.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:51 pm
"White room?" She questioned, raising her eyebrow before shaking her head somewhat. "Just don't fall asleep, cause I can't carry your a** anywhere."
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:54 pm
"I shoul'... head t'bed..." He mumbled, but made no sign of moving.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 9:59 pm
"Lets go then," she said with a sigh, leaning back slightly as if to tug him upwards out of his seat.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 10:02 pm
He moved stiffly, tentacles flailing as he dragged his feet, letting her lead him where ever she felt was the best place for him to be. He'd go to sleep and wake up and things would be normal and the bad dream would be over.
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