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 Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 5:46 pm
"Why'd I do what?" Seth pinned his ears back slightly and lowered his paw-hand again. "The thing with the glass? You've been drinking too much and I guessed it was the best thing to do..."
"Er..." He scratched his head. "You gonna be OK down there?" He opened his maw and yawned for a moment. "It is getting kind of late. If you don't wanna get up, you're going to be spending a while down there, you know."
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:56 pm
" 'S your fault...you gave...it...to me..." She made a face and moved onto her knees when he made the comment about spending a while down on the floor. Then she made a clumsy attempt at standing, using the nearest barstool for support.
" 'll...be...fine..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 7:49 pm
"My fault?" Seth shook his head. "No way, you're the one who drank it, don't blame me..."
The strange looking man was nervous as he watched the female on the ground and he backed up a couple more steps toward the door, standing on the balls of his feet, debating whether or not to make a run for it. Was he really responsible for this mess? He had never gotten into trouble from the island's lab staff before and he didn't really want to be around incase he was indeed going to get into trouble for it.
"Ah... you'll be all right, then? You sure you don't want help? At the moment you don't even look like you can stand..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 10:17 pm
"Still gave it...t' me..." she persisted as she stood up entirely and took a few clumsy steps to the door, trying to push past Seth.
"D' I look like...I need help?" she asked irritably, not aware of how much she probably did need help.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 9:39 pm
"No no," He shook his head quickly. "It's not my fault..."
The man was quite nervous and tense now, his ears pinned back. However, as she came towards him, he promptly backed up further, stumbling outside completely.
"Sorry, um..." Seth lowered his head. "It's not my fault... if you can stand though, you can walk back, right? Heh..."
With that comment, the thylacine-man promptly turned on his toes and ran off, his steps sloppy and half-bounding as he ran. After about twelve feet he tumbled over, falling face first into the sand. Though this did not faze him much, as he promptly scrambled to his feet again, and bounded off down the beach, heading for the scrubland beyond, leaving Rachel where she was.
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