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Richard gave a little yrowl and then ruffled the top of Dee's mane, almost petting it. She felt an urge to groom it but settled for just licking her chops. "Yes I hide in the jungle for a month and sneak around in the dark so no one sees me. I've handled this so well." She rolled her eyes, she seemed in good humor despite the bitter topic.

She took along look at Dee's features as she listed them. Nodding at each one. "I don't suppose you;ve asked Sabin what it is exactly? I'm a monster out of a children's game appearently." She shook her head, then drew Dee in to brush her muzzle against the side of her face. She released her then.

Richard smirked and her tail gave a single lash. "Choice is not something the labs like to allow us." Richard certainly would never have volunteered for this, not in a million years. She turned away to retrieve the bag of meat she had brought with her. "How long has it been since you've eaten something solid?" She didn't wait for an answer, popping the meat on a plate and putting it in the microwave. The apartment soon smelled of warm beef.

Richard started purring to herself as she watched Dee's reaction to the smell of the meat, pleased with herself. "Any thing smells delicious after a couple days with out solid food. Its just a steak from the cafeiteria. Its not was rare as I perfer but I don't eat anything but meat these days." The microwave beeped and Richard with drew the plate with her smaller hands while his right pawhand dug around for the knife and fork she had grabbed. When eating in the cafe she always grabbed a fork and knife but rarely remember to use them.

She set the the plate on the desk and gestured at Dee to come sit while Richard took a seat on the bed.

As Richard watched Dee eat she grabbed one of Dee's pillows and placed it between the bases of her tentacles so she could lean against the head board without crushing them. She thought back to her own experiances, Dee seemed to be much farther along mentally than she remember herself being after her first transformation. Besides the tentacles she didn't remember making any of the feline sounds she now uttered in the course of a normal conversation. Nor had she actually noticed a strong preference for meat. Was Dee going to go farther than her? Would her descent slow and they would equalize?

She mused on these things while Dee finished her meal. "Meat's all I can eat now. Good thing I never understood vegetarians." She smirked a little at that but the tone was purely conversational.

Richard's tail, usually in constant motion of some sort, froze at the question. Suddenly she felt on the spot. This was a bit of an odd situation for her, there was no secondary motive here, which was unusual for Richard. In most situations where she did do a favor for someone she was expecting one in return. She had just wanted to check up on the woman that had helped her through a tough spot and who's company she enjoyed. After so many hostile encounters lately literally such as Seth or simply difficult such as Gaius' reaction to her change, Richard was just seeking some normalcy.

Her gaze lingered on Dee's figure and face for a moment before she shut the half formed thought down and looked away, shifting her gaze over the dresser. "Ah, nothing. Don't worry about it."

Richard was still slightly stunned from the previous thought, she did never thought about.. that. Or she hadn't since Cathy had died, that part of Richard had died with her.

She shook herself from her half gazed state. "Wha? Sorry." She fumbled for words for a moment, "You just reminded me of my wife, my ex-wife, for a moment there." She nervously licked the back of her hand and ran it through her black hair.

Wordlessly Richard pulled back her left sleeve, revealing the healing bit wound left by Seth. The entire forearm looked like a bruise that was just beginning to fade, dull red scabbs formed a pattern across the arm that clearly indicated that some thing or some one with large teeth had caused this injury. She pointed to it. "See that? I got it about two weeks ago. It would just be a scar if we were under sedation for five months. That combined with a tattoo on the buttocks of an islander seemed to indicate a certain michevious spirit." She chuckled, "That and I haven't sprouted more fur yet, leads me to believe these." She patted her belly, "weren't loaded."