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 Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 12:13 pm
“Get used to it” that wasn’t the first time that he’d that phrase before. He was getting tired of it now actually. How could he possibly get used to being turned into a animal? Or being one for that matter. Though Nick didn’t find that touch of Ryan’s psuedo hand/paw odd, he was use to cats anyway. It was the main reason he was talking to Ryan at all, had he been just about anything else, Nick would have already been headed to his duplex. He’d bottled up what would have been a rude response to Ryan’s comment.
“It’s Nicholas, but just call me Nick” He smiled as politely as he could.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 11:02 am
"Well, nice to meet you, Nick." He would have added a 'Though I wish it was under better circumstances', but he didn't want to speak ill of the labs out loud. They might stop sending money to his family.
How were they? We they putting it to good use? He could only hope. Would they recognize him now? With his cat features and white, black, and orange fur?
He sighed again. "Sorry. I must seem depressing."
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 11:26 am
“Nice to meet you too…erm, Ryan” he stumbled a bit trying to remember his name, though it had been spoken moments ago. Nick was still getting used to this whole animal-people thing, and seeing Ryans form, somehow names like Mittens seemed more appropriate.
“Er, not really…your a lot friendlier looking than some of the others.” Again the though of Jamal and Annie came to mind, though Nicks mental images where not to far off the truth, if a little exaggerated.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 11:39 am
"Friendly? I suppose so. I am a housepet at this point." He gave a little laugh. It was more true than Nick realized. He was the labs pet, through and through.
"Just stop me if I start rubbing against your legs, alright?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 12:29 pm
“At least your not anything vicious I guess. Your lucky you got something domestic, and not something wild” though that made Nick feel a little bit uncomfortable. The changes could be that bad? And that train of thought wasn’t helped by Ryan’s next comment. He laughed it off, best not to think about it.
“Hehe, alright”
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 9:53 pm
Peter watched the exchange avidly, seemingly unnoticed in the darkened doorway.. He was supposed to know all the right words, but when somebody becomes... becomes someTHING it really changes that dynamic. He continued watching, deciding to not disturb this interchange unless noticed.
And dangit, his ear just twitched. He was not immune to this, either.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 12:15 pm
"I guess. Have you ever seen cat bring a dead bird home? I'm just hoping I won't do something like that." His nose twitched a bit as he caught the scent of someone else. Looking around, he saw someone silhouetted in the doorway.
Unaware of Nick unease around changed islanders, he waved the person over. "Hey, you can sit down if you want. I'm not going to bite."
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 10:22 am
“Heh, yeah…well I guess cats do that too, but I doubt you’d be able to do that to one of the bird islanders right?” He smiled politely, though when he thought about it, Ryan just might be able to. He noted to himself to stay away from him if his serum turned out to be a bird.
“Oh god, not another one” he could run, no he couldn’t do that, that’d just ruin the impression he’d been trying to make.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 3:45 am
Peter sighed, walking slowly down the small step into the room. He glanced over at the shelf, knowing the exact place where "Ol' Indie" lay waiting. He was hoping for a quiet evening alone.
Rubbing his forhead awkwardly around his now bony temples, he put on a rather tired expression, trying to emphasis his actual end-of-the-day-trying-to-get-relief mood.
"Hey Ryan," he gave the half-cat a slight nod, and then to their guest, "by your conversation, it sounds like you've.... adjusted... to the news?" He cocked his head slightly. The young man seemed slightly ill or worried. "You feeling OK? Something the 'catmando'?" He gave what a hopefully disarming smile.
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