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Newt's saying the word does so strange, but still it makes Tommy grin. "You al...right there chief?" He asks. Strangely he sounds almost jovial. Something about Newt just puts Tommy at ease...go figure.

Tommy looks away for a moment as Newt brings back up the obvious. "I dunno, I mean I..." he begins to say but trails off as he finally looks down at his hands. Really looks at them. He picks one of them up and turns it this way and that, studying it for a moment. "I...Oh God...s**t, man...my...they're useless..." he says, obviously on the verge of being more than distraught. He moves his right leg a bit to sit in a more comfortable position and it's quite obvious that the leg is not supposed to move that way.

"I...I dunno..." he mutters out. He starts looking for a way to position his hands so he can push himself up to a standing position. By pushing off of a chair, he manages to shakily stand. Though his hips are hurting something awful, he manages to push through the pain and stay standing. He looks to Newt and again the sense of his blood rushing through his body is felt by Tommy. And then comes the hunger. Tommy just stares at Newt for a moment, eyes taking on the look of the starved. Goddamn I'm hungry...and Newt...the guy's fulla food...it won't hurt him too bad I can just take a litt....GODDAMNIT! Stop it! Don't think like that! Tommy blinks and looks away, "I...I gotta go..." he says, near panic from the thoughts of feeding off of Newt. "Not gonna do it..." he mutters out as he turns away, "he's a good guy..."

Tommy takes the frog's hand in his soon to be wing. After standing up, he has to look away quickly so he doesn't have to be tempted by Newt's bloodstream again. He takesa tentative step...then another...and another. He does his best to walk toward the doors, but his progress is hampered due to obvious reasons. Using the various tables and chairs to support him, he shuffles his boots along in order try and walk like he used to. "N...No, it'...s...it's not that...not you're fault...I'm just...ugh....blood yeah...Oh God, I'm just so hungry," he says with a shudder.

Frog's legs! HAH! Doesn't that sound good Tommy? How 'bout a glass of Chateau de' Toad? Vintage...Hmm...how old you think he is, Tommy? twenty...thirty something? Either way, that's a good year! Drink up! Tommy's mind rages, a war being fought. The hunger in his mind going in for a bombing run on the small city of his humanity. The bat-man grips the chair as hard as he can to stop from screaming in frustration. He lets out a shuddering breath and looks at Newt...hunger in his eyes.

"Listen to me very carefully...I'm turning into a bat...a vampire bat...I need to drink blood to survive," he says slowly, trying to articulate every word, "That means I've gotta get away from you...right...now."

Jesus...I'm terrifying him...drinkhim. What the hell am I becoming? Open him up and drain'em dry! Goddamnit...no...I'd rather die.

Tommy turns away from the now larger Newt and just stares at the floor. He starts taking deep breaths. "I...Goddamnit...I..'m sorry...Jesus I don' wanna hurt you...don' wanna hurt anyone..." It seems he has to force himself to start moving away from what could possibly be his prey...but he takes the step...and another...and another. He's slow, but he's definately moving away from Newt and toward the doors.

Tommy halts and shudders. It's obvious that he's now pysically holding himself back. Tommy turns his now ravenous stare toward Newt. A thread of saliva mixed with blood drops from his newly formed fangs. He looks Newt up and down, wondering how fast the guy could hop away...and maybe...just maybe he could hold him down with his now awkward body. He blinks hard and turns away from Newt's blood-filled body. He continues walking foreward. "No! Just...GOD!" He clutches his head with one hand, it being large enough to engulf the entirety of it. He shoulders open the doors to the chow hall. He's sure he may snap if he has to 'sense' Newt's bloodstream again.