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Richard sniffed hard and blinked back tears. He brought his smarting hand to his lips and bit on his knuckle. He sucked on it for a bit, trying to get a hold of himself emotionally before replying. The tip of his tail curled nerviously.

Eventually he lowered his hands into his lap instead staring at the small hands which he flexed experimentally.

"Its Sabin's serum, but Moreau selected it." His voice was steadier now, calm. "A cat with with six legs and two tentacles. They call it a misplacer beast or something." Oh and there was another addition that Richard really didn't want to talk about. He'd deny it from dusk til dawn but there was no doubt that something was happening down there. It was Richard's very own 800 pound gorilla on his back.

Richard shook his head. The last thing he needed now was alcohol. He felt out of control, his emotions a turbulent mix of anger and helplessness. At Pyroth's mention of a funeral, he suddenly had a memory flash of his dream last night. It had been his funeral, was Richard himself dying? Has he slowly being replaced?

He looked back at Pyroth, "I'm still myself right?" He sounded unsure. It was true right he probe his mind. He didn't feel as if he was thinking differently right? There was no alarm going off in his head telling him Pyroth was a rival carnivore. "I don't feel insane yet."

Sighing, leaned over and started unlacing his ruined shoes. The feet they contained were horribly cramped.

Richard frowned as he attempted to disentangle his shoes from his feet. "Sabin mentioned that the felines were... eccentric. Not sure exactly what he meant by that." Probably were all batshit insane with his luck. Richard seemed to get a grip on himself but there was still a slight tremble in his voice.

"Hunt you?" The idea seemed outlandish. "My prototype was a housecat according to the big hat." Pyroth was rather scrawny looking anyway.

Richard started to pull himself to his feet. Wincing as his entire body protested againist movement.

"Hmpf." Richard grunted. Most housecats he had known were lazy animals that got underfoot and whined constantly.

As he rose something within his bowels shifted. His tail went rigid and he looked around with a desperated look in his eyes. He had no idea where he was, no duplexes anywhere. "Where am I?"

Nope, no time for that. He flushed crimson. "I uh be right back!" In a surprising display of speed Richard dashed behind the nearest tree that would shield him from Pyroth's eyes.

Richard answered only with grunts, groans and far more disgusting sounds for several minutes.

Afterwards there was the sound of fabric being torn. Eventually he emerged with his shirt torn unevenly below the chest. It servered to emphanise of the size of his chest compared to his stomach, which now only sported a minor pot belly. He had taken the oppertunity to inspect himself and knew that even cats weren't that small. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest, feeling very self conisious.

Was there anything that the labs couldn't change? Couldn't take away?

Richard squeezed his eyes shut and looked away. Later comments would likely bring denial, anger but he was utterly drained of his usual fire. "Nothing is constant it seems... Nothing at all." The tail drooped, still.

Richard did need to go back. He felt disgusting and exposed out here in the jungle. There was that talk of territory again, he couldn't help thinking of Billy's rock and his angry shouts about he'd understand one day. He shuddered.

"I suspect I'll have to get used to this no matter where I am." He mentally explored his body, his tail twitched, his tiny hands opened and closed. Totally foreign and alien sensations, parts of his body that simply weren't there before. He opened his eyes and looked at Pyroth, something was different there too, but he couldn't place his finger on it. "Well lets head back then. I apreciate the company." He smiled weakly. Richard at least, was still a social animal.