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"Ahh, Komodo dragon." he rolled the word on his tongue before nodding briefly. "Vat's very cool. Bri’ish, too? How very fine." he said with a faux Queen's English accent and a cheeky smile.

"Well alright. Big fat steak for you ven" he grinned, heading towards the cafe doors.
"I'm F." he stated, pulling on the door handle and holding it open with a slight bow. "Most jus' call me F, unless you can figure out a way t' shorten it any more."

"You're- Well, you were a journalist? Heavy stuff." he expressed with raised brows, homing in on where the waffles lived.

"How'd you find vuh trip over ven?" he asked quite merrily, as if asking an old acquaintance how their recent week-long vacation to Spain went.
"I 'ear we're somewhere in ve A'lantic." he stated thoughtfully, as if actually thinking about it. In all honesty, he was deciding on what to pile on top of his waffles. F had become a huge fan of food ever since he'd been able to afford it.
Even F could afford free.

"Vuh Bermuda Triangle? Where everyfing's supposed to crash and.. go haywire?" F made what he decided was a vague 'boat crashing' gesture with his hand.
"I never even knew where vat was supposed to be." He said while applying various waffle toppings to his plate. The geography of any territory outside Europe was unknown to F.

He followed the lizard to the table and set his mound of waffles down opposite her, quickly starting on the one with peanut butter dolloped over it.

After a bite or two, he reached his hand forward towards slightly.
"Can I.. touch you? -Your skin?" he asked unceremoniously, and with a mouthful of waffle. "I never touched a Komodo dragon before."

F reached to brush his somewhat dirty fingers over the scales on her arm. He then poked gently at one of her claws, testing how sharp the tip was by prodding the end of his own finger against it, seemingly fascinated.
"Vat's amazing.." he muttered.

"I mean, I can't say I'm entirely overjoyed about vis whole situation, but I have t' admit it's definitely a lot nicer 'ere van it was back 'ome. And.. ve animal fing doesn't sound like such a bad deal to me." he felt the need to ponder out loud before pausing to munch on his next waffle.

"I may well change me mind." F's nose twitched slightly, "But I'd rahver I didn't." he decided with a nod that made his shades slide down his nose a little. He pushed them up with a finger and grinned slightly.

"As long as I got me mind and me music, I'm 'appy. Can't say I'm not even 'appier if I got a nice little tropical paradise to live on." he poked at his plate and shrugged. "But vat's just an added bonus." F waved his hand.

"David?" he questioned simply, always one to pry. "Who's he?"

"O'course I will! I'll play wiv me bellybutton if I 'ave to." he chuckled lightly.

"People actually live out in vuh jungle? Why? Don't vey all have vem little huts with all vuh mod. con.s?" he quirked an eyebrow.

New RP

Walking was gradually coming easier to the cobra man. His days since the change had been filled with his own type of physical therapy--basically, spending hours of the day 'walking' around the village and jungle, over the most challenging landscapes he could find. But it was working. His left leg now remained almost permanently cocked up out of the way while his tail replaced it, moving along in a slithering fashion and supporting his weight while his good foot took a step.

However, it had become quite clear that, even with so much improvent, the aid of the crutch was absolutely necessary if he wanted to get around. While he could get around with it, the pace was only a slow walk. Should he have to move more quickly for any reason, the crutch would be needed. Also, he still easily overbalanced, stumbling and such, and quite likely would have fallen a number of times had not the crutch been there to save him. And so he endured it and, indeed, had grown so used to it that he hardly noticed it for the most part. It was there, and he hated that he needed it, but if he didn't focus on it, it might as well be gone.

The first step was complete. Walking: Check. Today, he was attempting the next. Thom had retreated to the clear area of the village that had been home to the island's first soccer match to reinact said soccer match. That is to say, he was trying to determine whether any of his old skills had survived the change and weeks without practice following it. As far as he could tell... they hadn't. He stared miserably down at his soccer ball, briefly shifting his weight against the crutch to give it a little kick. He couldn't move right. How was he supposed to dribble a soccer ball with one leg?