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 Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 7:12 pm
Antony grimaced at the yell, the headache not completely gone yet and still a little sore from the earlier ordeal. "Stay right here," she murmured before quickly gathering her crutches and making her way into the bathroom where she wet a hand towel. Moments later she was attempting to make her way to her knees in front of him, motioning him to come closer so she could try and clean him up. "Slow down, what happened last night?"
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 7:19 pm
He managed to sit up, his now purple eyes clenched shut, "Las nigh'... after th'power went out, aye? Th'ferst time, I mean... wit' th'dim lights... Aubrey feckin' came here!"
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 7:23 pm
Odd. Antony didn't remember any power outtages, but she simply nodded and urged him on. Using the wet towel, she began to wipe the ink off of his face carefully. "Aubrey? Came here?" Well that was odd too.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 7:25 pm
"I think she wanted t'shag" He huffed, eyes wide and panicked still, "Bu' then- I jes'..." He made an odd face, making a little choking noise befor another dribble of black ink slipped down his cheak to his beard. He needed to calm down.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 7:33 pm
"Isn't Aubrey ******** Moreau? At least... That's what I've heard..." She trailed off, making a face when he dribbled ink again, but silently wiping that up as well. "You changed," Antony finished for him, frowning somewhat at the memory of his first transformation.
When she finished cleaning his face and front up as best she could, the squirrel woman set the towel aside and opened her arms. "Hug in exchange for not inking on me?" It was an attempt at humor, but also an honest request.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 7:42 pm
"Bloody... bloody hell," He groaned, managing to shift into a sitting position at least, his tentacles shifting as he tried to get more comfortable, "This aint happenin' t'me..."
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 7:44 pm
She dropped her arms when he ignored her question, shrugging her shoulders before gauging the distance between them and the bed as well as them and the bathroom. "It is," she stated, "Can you walk at all?"
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 8:09 pm
"I... managed a couple steps earlier... bu' they ache so... an' canno' really... they jes' buckled b'fore..." He murmured, starting to calm, although he was still frantic. He felt parched, dying of thirst. The wet rag on his slimy skin had felt good.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 8:16 pm
With a nod, Antony moved to work herself to stand, leaning onto one of her crutches while offering him the other. "Here, use this to help you up... And then lean on me. We'll move slowly towards the bathroom. You look like you need some water."
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 8:21 pm
He wrapped a tentacle around it uneasily, pulling himself upright to wobble on his changed legs. "Th'bath.... sounds nice..." He panted, clinging to the crutch as he waved a tentacle towards her for help.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 8:25 pm
She slid herself under his tentacle so he could lean on her somewhat for support. "Try not to put too much weight on me... Broken leg and all." Carefully, Antony moved him slowly towards the bathroom, helping him onto the closed toilet before she took the liberty to fill the bath. "Warm or cold?"
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 8:31 pm
He thought about it, leaning back to catchhis breath, "Cold's fine."
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 8:36 pm
Nodding, she turned on the tap, making sure it wasn't ice cold, but still chilly. When it was filled enough, Antony sat on the edge of the tub and motioned him over.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 8:53 pm
He was able to stand, tentacles outstreted to stick their suckers to the tub to pull himself over and climb in, giving a sigh, "Aaah tha' feels... disconcertin'ly good."
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 9:00 pm
Reaching into the tub, she absently spashed him before offering him a clean washcloth. "You've got grey hair," she murmured, flicking a lock of his hair in amusement. "Old man."
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