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 Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 10:09 am
"He changed again," she explained, but dropped her gaze to the floor anyways.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 10:16 am
"Well, so di' I Bu' I din' ATTACK anyone! Tha' lad o' yers is DAFT." He grunted, his mind suddenly swinging back to the conversation he had had with him days befor. Again, the pale coloring came back over him. "Y'don' think-"
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 10:19 am
"I don't know!" She interjected, crutching herself more towards the door, "He wasn't himself..." A low growl of frustration left her throat. He couldn't have, could he?
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 10:33 am
"Billy sat, tentacles fidgeting as his color darkened back to the average blue it seemed to like. "Then where are y'off to?"
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 10:37 am
She looked almost guilty when she crutched back towards him, carefully sitting on the bed next to him. "I don't remember the power going out." It was an honest answer, "That and I'm hungry."
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 10:40 am
He nodded, still frowning down at his tentacled lap. He didn't need to get into his own self conciousness and fears. "If yer goin' t'th' cafe, then, bring me back some fish?"
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 10:44 am
She remembered Chert, and she sighed, reaching over to carefully wrap an arm around his shoulders in a slight hug of sorts. "I'm not running away from you," the squirrel woman explained quietly. "What kind of fish?"
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 11:04 am
"I don' care... I been eatin' sushi," He shifted, wanting to put his arms-tentacles around her, but wasn't sure. Aubrey had run off screaming at the sight of him. And now she was probably dead. If she had just *stayed* with him.... none of this would have happened. Maybe she was fine. Maybe this was just another ******** from the doctors. It was impossible to tell. Either way, he wasn't sure what Antony would think of a tentacle hug.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 11:08 am
She nodded, making a mental note to bring him back sushi before she pulled him a little closer, pressing a kiss to his temple. All she had wanted when she had changed was some sort of physical comfort. Maybe Billy would want the same sort of thing? The tentacles, though much larger now, didn't seem to bother Antony. Possibly because she had already been intimately introduced to them previously.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 11:16 am
His skin was slick and slimy, especially after the bath. At her touch, his constitution seemed to crumble. He was turning into a bloody OCTOPUS. Now even moreso than ever! He had no HANDS. He could barely walk! He had never been a huggy person, but Antony's constant enviting seemed good just then. Tentitively, he wormed his tentacles around her, resting his slimy face against her furry chest.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 11:21 am
It took all sorts of effort to keep from shuddering at the feel of his now slimy skin against hers. Not to mention the smell of fish. Her tails flicked behind her as they moved out of the way of his tentacles. They certainly didn't like their touch. She let her chin rest atop his head, which thankfully smelled pleasantly of shampoo still.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 11:25 am
He gave a sigh, "It'll jes' get worse from here, I'm sure."
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 11:28 am
She shifted a bit, leaning a cheek against his still wet hair, "Lets just focus on the s**t happening now."
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 12:08 pm
His tentacles fidgeted bahind her befor he pulled back, frowning down at his lap. He spotted his trousers still by the side ofthe bed where he had left them, stopping to pick them up with a tentacle to fetch a cigarette. With the pack stuck to a couple suckers, he frowned at Aubrey's shirt on the floor half under the bed. She must have forgotten it. Bugger it.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 12:43 pm
Following his gaze, she noticed the shirt and cocked a brow. "That Aubrey's?" She asked, moving to stand up again now that the slimy hug was over.
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