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 Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 6:03 pm
Despite her natural instincts, Antony carefully took the new limb in her hand so she could clean it up. The towel that she carefully wiped away the blood on his tentacle with was warm. When that was done, she set the towel on the counter and felt for the neosporin to rub on the open wounds. "Looks like she beat it with a rock..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 6:15 pm
He hissed in pain, the tentacle twitching and curling in a defiant way, "Tha' hurts!! Careful! She crushed it against a tree. And dug her bloody nails in."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 6:19 pm
She rolled her eyes, "You're a big baby." It took a bit of work to get a sizable amount of the ointment out on her fingertips, which she immediately began to rub into his wounds as delicately as she could.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 6:29 pm
It wriggled and arched under her hands and he made a strange noise, his cheaks going red, except where the octopus skin crawled up from his hairline and top of his neck. "Migh' as well ha' hit me wit' a rock! Th'b***h was a cop! She knew how t'torture."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 6:35 pm
She raised an eyebrow at the noise, corners of her mouth twitching upwards, amused. Once the medicine was put on, she made sure to bandage up the wounded tentacle. "All done. Want a sticker?" Antony chuckled, but tensed momentarily at the news, but then relaxed just as quickly, "She doesn't have any weight here." Her pot was safe, among other things.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:15 pm
"Aye, bu' I don' think that'd stop 'er. She says I killed someone! Says tha's why she's here on this island! Followed me, even! Guess she jes' wanted me tha' bad, eh?" He gave a grin, chuckling at his own joke, if only in a sad attempt to ignore the pain coming from his new appendage. "Christ almighty it feels sprained! If a damn tentacle CAN sprain..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:26 pm
"Well, you tried to kill -me-," Antony said with a roll of her eyes, "I'm not exactly inclined to believe you're incapable of doing it before." Putting the supplies away, the tattooed woman gave him a hard glance before turning and heading out of the bathroom to find her cigarettes.
Furry white tails were poking out from the hem of her rather short robe, the middle one curling upwards along the edge of the silk. Sometimes, she thought the tails had a mind of their own.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:47 pm
So far, he was convinced his tentacles did anyway. He took an extra legnth of gauze, fascening a sort of sling for the hurt limb after shrugging off his shirt. The fabric chafed on his sensitive, rubbery skin. "Tha' was a misunderstandin'!" He called after her, limping in the direction she had gone.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 7:52 pm
"It still happened," she said curtly while bending over to fish her lighter out of her pants, which were casually thrown over the couch arm. Soon enough, the lighter was found and Antony had a lit smoke between her index and middle fingers.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 8:00 pm
"Aye..." He frowned, instinctively groping for his own cigarettes. The suction cup on his thumb made it difficult to use the lighter, though, and he gave a curse, "I need some bloody matches..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 8:05 pm
She sighed, flicking open her zippo and offering it to him. Once it was lit, Antony sat down on the couch again, crossing her legs and slouching till she was comfortable. "You suck at apologizing," the woman stated blandly, taking a long drag of her cigarette before glancing over at him. "What do they feel like?" It was obvious she was talking about the tentacles.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 8:24 pm
"Feel li'? Li'... wee, boneless limbs, I guess... extra arms an' legs. Was tellin' Pyr they ge' confusin' which is which. Too many t'keep track of. I go t'life me hand an' lift on o' these buggers instead," He concentrated, giving one an experimental wiggle, "Shite, Din' I get the a** deal?" He grunted, sitting down on the couch beside her, too wrapped up in the after effects of his traumatic experiences to notice how short her robe was nor how long her legs.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 8:51 pm
"Not really, I'm the one with the ******** tails," she said dryly before sucking on her cig some more, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs, ignoring the fact that her robe was slipping. Antony had never been one for modesty.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 8:54 pm
Billy's eyes flickered over for a moment, but moved back. Video cameras. They were watching. She was watching. He pressed his knees together, his tentacles nerviously resituating. "Aye, bu' at least yer still mammal... an' got bones."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 9:04 pm
"Nipples too," she added, giving a pointed look to his now nippleless chest, about to say something else when a positively evil thought came to her mind, a low purr escaped from her lips. "You know, I've always found your accent... Positively becoming..." Antony trailed off, purposefully letting her robe slip a little further.
It was time to do what she did best.
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