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Victor frowned at being told to 'back off' away from Newt so the Frogman could calm down on his own in his hiding spot without seeing his, or tommy's faces. For a moment Victor didn't go anywhere, just sitting there and watching Newt before turning away with a small huff, and crawling back to the other side of the bar and out of Newt's sight

"Not like I wasss intentually trying to ssscare him Tommy" Victor crawled his way back onto a barstool to sit, leaning against the beachbar's edge, tapping the fingers of his four hands, and the claws of his forelegs irritably on the bartop. "Now what are we going to do if he decidesss not to come out at all?"

Tommy just sighed while half-heartedly pouring himself another blood and bourbon. "Don't be like that, Victor...You know damn well what I meant. The last thing Newton needs to see are fangs and claws, alright? That's all I meant. And see? He's calming down."

He slowly allowed himself to sip from his drink before calling over softly toward Newt. "Hey...Newton...you alright, man? Just take a minute and collect yourself...We were just worried about you, is all."

When he seemed to be able to speak again, the frog's timid stammer and accent drifted up from under the table a few moments before the tip of his snout poked out. "I... I... I'm n-not entirely s-sure...!" He managed, particularly proud of how level he kept his voice all things considered. Guilt slammed the frog in his gullet repetitively, the snout disappearing again as he physically winced at the memory of Dee's face. Her lips... her eyes... the strange markings but more predominantly, the teeth and the coat of sweat and the IV. What had happened when he last saw her? He should have stayed. She needed him but he had been a coward he was ALWAYS a coward what was wrong with him that it was so hard to just... do the right thing...

His gaze dropped down to the marks on his stomach as he sat up behind the bar, running a webbed finger along the dotted line and his breathing quickened again. What were they going to do? Would they come try to find him? He didn't particularly WANT to be dissected.

"Would be like them too.... jussst another way for them to Messss with usss all" Victor said as he started tapping the bartop with the large claws of his foreleg again, this time slowly and deliberately before pushing some napkins to the other side of the bartop, just a bit over the edge in case Newt wanted some.

"Other than thosse linesss that got drawn on you, whatsss going on Newt? why are you upsssset?" The Lizardman asked curiously

Tommy nodded a few times and went about the trouble of filling up a glass of water for Newt. It took him a moment, due to the clumsiness of his hands, but he eventually was able to push the glass across the table toward the side where Newt was. "Think about it...it seems everyone's missing roughly five months of time...according to our calenders. I, myself, have a sore shoulder in the exact same spot where I was attacked by a boar back in March. Coincidence? Also...what was the last day you remember...March 31st, right? I don't know if you have April fools day in England...but in all honesty...knowing Sabin and the rest of the sick ******** in the lab...wouldn't it be keeping with their style to pull a sick joke like this?"

Tommy grinned, hoping he sounded convincing. In all honesty, he was trying to convince himself moreso than anyone else. He was terrified of the prospect of it being August...and that injection mark on the inside of his elbow.

Newt had attributed the dust to the fact he hadn't been in his duplex in weeks, and hadn't thought to look at a calender in ages. What did a swamp creature swimming about in a pond care about days of the week? Yesterday and Tomorrow were unclear enough as is. He emptied the glass into his wide maw, rubbing at the lines on his stomach uneasily, "I.... I d-don't... " Obviously these two were trying to egg him on, like the guards had, like Jordan and Sabin had, like everyone had, and the frog was at his wit's end. "N-n-now y-y-y-yo-yo-you listen to me! I've... I've had q-quite enough of... of... pe-pe-pe-pe-people t-trying to... to con-con-confuse me f-further and... and I'm... I sh-should really be... KrrrIIIT!" fleeing in terror to hide under a rock, "g-going!"

"Newt, we aren't trying to trick or confusssse you, I haven't even met you before today ssso why would I want to do that?" Victor asked as he shuffled himself down from the barstool he was on with a grunt as he lowered himself to the ground, and scuttled over to grab himself a can of diet coke, his tail flicking around as he looked over his shoulder at Newt before crawling his way back to the barstool and struggle his way back up, nearly slipping in the process. But he did manage to get back up, and crack open the can and pour himself a rum and coke.

"You ought to lisssten to Tommy Newt, we're all in thisss together, and need to look out for each other"