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Billy had been crutching along, intent on making the long journey to the lake for a gentle swim. He didn't care about all this recent nonesence. It wasn't his problem. He didn't bother bringing a towel, but his half lidded, violet eyes were tinged in red as he gave a nervious sniff. Innocent Bystander. He managed to make his way past the duplexes, but the path still stretched ahead of him. This would be an all day affair.

Emerwyn was still panting when she finally made it out of the jungle. Shadows of the past terror still lurked in the back of her mind, causing her to look over her shoulder every few steps.

It was a great relief to escape the trees. Her legs still trembled as she slowed her step.

She felt sorry for Pyroth. It was not his fault, after all.

Lost in her thoughts, she did not notice right away the creature that began to cross her path.

Billy was concentrating on not tripping over a tentacle, rock or a crutch, eyes glued to the path which lead him almost rightin front of her by the time he spotted her. He froze a moment befor giving a sharp grin, "So ye an' outy o' an inny?"

Emerwyn stopped in her tracks, staring at Moreau's cruelest experiment to date. Thankfully, in her odd state, physically and mentally, she did not appear to be staring.

Gradually, she managed to smile at the poor man.

"I'm... sorry?"

She did not know what he meant, and was a little afraid to find out.

"Y'live in th'woods o' in th'town? I ne'er know wit' people," He replied, eyeing her over as he leaned on his crutches, a tentacle procuring a pack of cigarettes tucked somewhere among the folds of his many webbed limbs and used his pointed teeth to pull one free.

"Oh! Oh, yes," Emerwyn said, still flabbergasted, nerves still shot. "Well, I usually spend my nights indoors. Mostly out of habit, I suppose. I'm Emerwyn..." she offered, feeling more than mildly uncomfortable being looked at like that.

Two more tentacles raised to strike a match, the first tucking the pack away as he light the smoke, still watching her with an amused expression, "Billy. I'm sure ye've either heard o' me or harbor some sort o' immediate hatred, I'm sure."

Emerwyn cocked a confused head, being otherwise incapable of silently expressing confusion.

"I... beg your pardon, but I have never heard of you, good or bad... So, for the time being, it is a pleasure to meet you."

She smiled encouragingly. it seemed he needed it.

"Sorry if I don' shake. People tend no' t'appreciate it these days," He snickered, relaxing ever so slightly. So she hadn't heard of him. He gave her another look, this time skeptically, taking in her changes and what still was human, or at least Human shaped.

Emerwyn laughed lightly, and awkwardly. The man was a little unnerving, and this wasn't just his appearance. Perhaps it was just the state of mind that Emerwyn was in at the time. She had nearly been mauled to death.

He was making her feel more and more uncomfortable by the minute. He seemed to be inspecting her, like a slab of meat.

Bad analogy. She shuddered, and folded her arms over her chest.
"So, where are you headed today?" She asked, trying to fill the awkwardness with conversation.

"Why I'm off t'th'lake!" He answered in a sing-song fashion, "Where else woul' a cripple wit' tentacles be headin'?" He gave a puff of smoke, ashing the cigarette with a tentacle and waited to see how she'd react.

Was this pathetic man trying to get pity from her? Or was he simply trying to disgust her?

While she did indeed feel sorry for the octo-podded fellow, she said what she said next more out of a determindeness not to be disturbed by him. Some hidden defiance awoken in her.

"Well then, why don't I help you along?"

She wasn't sure how she felt about going back into the jungle, but then again, she wasn't sure he'd take her up on her offer.

"Wha makes y'think I need yer help?" His expression fell as he gave a nervious sniff and a step towards her, "Y'think I cannae do this on me own? Tha' it??"

"Oh, no, not at all!" Emerwyn's voice was sincere. "I did not mean to offend you."

The defiance in her died about as quickly as it came, and she was shamed she had spoken like that.

"I only thought it polite."

"So wha' th'feck r'y's'posed t'be, then?" He frowned up at her, tentacles twitching and wrything around him as he puffed on his cigarette.

"A - deer of some sort, I suppose." Really, she was realtively certain, between her looks and her physical attraction to a certain stag, but her overall speech was shaky today.

She did not need to ask what he was.

"Well aint tha' nice fer you!" At that he gave a sharp bitter laugh, shaking his head as he resituated on his crutches, turning to hobble on his way again.

Emerwyn couldn't take it.

"Listen." she said as he turned to leave. "If this is the way you act towards everyone, it is no great wonder you only expect hatred in return."

She walked a few paces up to him.

"I am willing to try again. We are all stuck here together. The least we can do is try to bring comfort to each other."

"Why don' y'tell THEM, eh? I din' start them fights! An' maybe I'm TIRED o' bein' targeted! I aint doin' no more!" He turned to glare at her, his skin seeming to shift and fade slightly, as though trying to shift colors but unable to acheive anything too fantastic. It was instinct, brought on by his seething, coke-riled temper. He was jazzed, he was angry, and it was time for another fight. He would have felt sorry for the poor cow had he not had a strong feeling he would end up on the loosing end like always.

No fear awoke within Emerwyn this time. She was weary from her last run-in, and the deer sensed some threat, but not enough to overpower her.

Her eyes were sad and tired. Not having experienced any harm in Billy, she could not rightfully hold any grudge against him.

"Then don't shut me out. Accept a warm heart where it is offered."
She reached a tentative, slow hand forward to place on his shoulder.

His tentacles flinched at her touch and he turned to glare at her, smoke billowing about his lavender face and grey hair. "An' wha'? Ye'll feck me?"

Emerwyn's hoofed hand retracted slowly as she shook her head sadly. She had long since given up on trying to convince people of what it was so obviously hopeless that they would not accept.

He had obviously had a long life of let-downs by his own kind. A few kind words from a total stranger was not going to change anything.

"I'm sorry... I've wasted your time." Emerwyn's so soft voice was now practically a whisper.

"Well, yer no' one o' th'ugly ones. If ye e'er need a scratch, I'm sure I'm easy t'spot an' no' tha' hard t'catch."

Emerwyn gave a sad smile to this defense mechanism.

"It was nice to meet you Billy," she paused. "...even if the pleasure was mine alone."

She turned to return to her duplex, in need of a shower after a long day of the dark side of the Island.

Billy grunted, straightening his crutches and ashed his cigarette befor resuming his path, "Fancy talkin' freak."

That's it. No more Sex on the Beach. No more Coronas. No more dessert. Vasile didn't get it. He always had to work out to keep his figure but this was insane. Between the fur and the little layer of pudge that seemed to come out of know where, Vasile's six-pack was rapidly losing speed.

He was on the mat in the workout room, doing another set of sit ups. Stupid fur, it made this so uncomfortable. And clothes...clothes and fur didn't mesh. Especially when sweating.

Billy was sick of being reliant on his crutches. He could walk a few steps befor his legs seemed to give out. Of course he wasn't aware of his shrinking bones and therefor the lessened surface area for muscle to connect, his leg-flesh starting to resemble more of a tentacle's muscles wrapped around a stick of a bone. Just more excersize, he tried to reason. He had heard there was a room dedicated towards it, although he had never been there himself, and had figured it would be a much better way to work off his frustrated agression than picking a fight with another guard.

He sniffed anxiously as he leaned on the door, easing in. At least his previous snort would give him the oomph he needed to get going. Once he hobbled through the entrance into the main machine-room, he froze at the sight of... someone already there.

Vasile was counting quietly to himself during his sit-ups, but on one 'up' he caught a glimpse of Billy entering the room. A mix of surprise - he hadn't heard someone else come in, and the shock of seeing a very ... purple person with tentacles caught the man off gaurd. "WHoa--ah ~" came out as a startled yell as he flailed his arms and fell back to the mat uncontrolled.

He spun around quickly, embarassed, and sat up on his knees. "Sorry!" He said, giving the man a odd look. "You startled me."

Vasile tried not to gawk, but it was hard not to. Wait...was he naked?

"I generally go' tha' effect on people," Billy grunted, glancing the fox-man over. Was that a.... girl or a boy? The fur made it difficult to tell. His tentacles resituated as he crutched over to a machine to sit, "Don' le' me interupt."

Vasile smoothed out his tail fur. Amazing how quickly his tail had become nothing but an oversized figit toy for himself. "Ah, well, I need a break anyway." Vasile stood up and grabbed a bottle of water from a mini fridge they kept stocked in the room. Wiping his brow and hands on a towel, he reached for a shake. "Vasile DiRossi," he inttroduced. "I don't... believe we've met." Vasile always felt so awkward. One day he was going to introduce himself to someone he knew right after they changed or something.

Billy leaned back, regarding the feminan looking creature curiously. "I'd be inclined t'say no," He shifted, lifting an arm to wrap his tapered, tentacle-like hand around the fox-man's, "Bu' I admit th'name's familiar."

Vasile tossed his hair and flashed a grin. He couldn't help it, it still loved to stroke his ego. "I was an actor. You know..up and coming star who died before his time? From what I've heard I'm the next River Phoenix." Vasile gave a small eyeroll. "But my brother sure wasted no time filling my shoes."

He looked down at his slightly sticky hand and wiped it awkwardly on the towel. "Sorry - things have been hitting me pretty hard recently. But I think I'd be preaching to the choir..." he frowned and looked over at the tentacled naked man with a sympathetic look.

Slowly, the name and what knowlage Billy had in association to it came back to him. He remembere d aprticularly grueling afternoon he had the unfortunate pleasure of sitting through. The ladies had all been sitting around, doing their girl things when the subject of a young American hottie who had unfortunatly met his demise too soon, and the tragedy that ensued. DiRossi... "Oh, shite, were y'in tha' one stupid flick wit' them kids who were all bein' killed... ach... AYE! Ye were th'one tha' was decapitated by tha' flyin' piece o' metal! Righ'!! Wit' th'special effects an' ye were still alive, bu' yer head all hangin' askew untill they had t'put y'down wit' a shovel! Righ'? Am I righ?" The octopus man's violet eyes lit up, tentacles wrything to resituate on the machine.

Vasile's ears flicked back. "Yeah... that was me. You know, you take any job you can when you're breaking into the business..." He scratched his arm and his eyes kept looking over the purple skinned man.

"This probably sounds rude but I can't help but noticed... you're, uhm... naked? That doesn't, uhm, bother you?"

Billy stopped, his enthused grin flickering as he settled his feet on the pedels of the machine, making sure to keep his lower tentacles low to hide anything embarassing with his webbing, "Hard t'wear trousers when yer legs are webbed," He indicated what he meant by lifting an upper tentacle to show off the webbing between that and his arm. "An' you don' look anyt'in' li' in yer movies, I can tell y'tha'."

Vasile nodded. "I guess that makes sense. I don't wear shoes anymore becuase my feet are shaped differently."

He looked down at himself and ran his hand through his hair. "Well not anymore thats for sure. Covered in fur... my hair turned white..." He swallowed and left out the...other things.

"I guess I don't have much room to complain, though. I mean, uh... octopus or something? That... can't be good." Vasile frowned and hoped that didn't come off too insulting... he was trying to be sympathetic. "A friend of mine is turning into a snake..thing. Its been really hard for her..."

He sat down on a weight machine, enjoying having a conversation.

Billy shifted, giving a grimace as he tried to figure the machine out, "Aye. I can't say I'm ethused 'bou' it, t'say th'least." His face was red, spreading down to his shoulders as the color-change membanes in his octopus skin seemed to react. "Especially th'part where I go' no hands an' cinnae' bearly walk. An' th'ink vomiting 'aint tha' pleasant either. How's yer's?"

Vasile paled under his fur. "Vomitting....ink?"

He shuddered.

"Aye, the worst part of my transformation aren't the physical," he admitted. "I think Moreau's screwing with like... my brain and stuff. Though I can't imagine why he would. It has nothing to do with animal crap."

"Aye, I'm familiar wit' th'brain feckin'," Billy growled, his odd, pinched teeth poking out as he strained to try to lift the bar of the machine with his legs, but only ended up even more red-faced and out of breath. "This whole experience is jes' one big mind-feck."

"Yeah well...." Vasile frowned. "you can say that again." He started to adjust the weight machine. "But have you really changed like...who you are? What you believe? Like? Find attractive?" He sighed, his tail waving back and forth. "I feel like I'm not only changing on the outside, but on the inside, too. Its like.. its like I Have nothing to hang onto."

"I found meself fantisizin' abou' tentacles, if tha's wha' y'mean," Billy grunted, giving up, "Do y't'ink y'coul' give me a hand? I'm bloody tired o' bein' a damn cripple, bu' I aint fixin' me legs this way, am I? Guess I gotta start off smaller."

Vasile nodded and headed over. "Sure, buddy...." Vasile set to fixing his weights to something smaller. "Tentacles, huh? Thats kind if interesting..." Vasile's ears twitched and his ears were pink and hot. "My, uh, tastes have changed as well. Though pretty drastically."

"I don' know if it can be counted as beastiality anymore, though," Billy chuckled bitterly, shaking his head as he resituated once again, oblivious to Vasille's real concern.

Vasile blinked. "eh? OH oh... uh, well, I mean... we're still people, right? I mean.. I think Am--- some doglike folks are pretty hot, but I don't think my wee dog is hot." Vasile visably shuddered. "There's a difference... isn't there?"

"Fer now, I s'pose. But has anyone... y'know... *stopped* changin' yet? Where does it end?"

"I unno.... Ambrose says that Aubrey says that we're SUSPOSED to have our human minds in the end. At least thats what they theorize." He fiddled more with the machine. "You know, she says that we' should be able to think and have thumbs and all that. But some people are getting pretty bad. THis one guy AMbrose met is turning into a wolf or something and he can barely walk upright anymore."

"Aye, y'mean Pyroth," Billy grunted, "Thumbs me slimy blue arse. I t'ink I'd be a lot more pleasent abou' this whole business if I coul' ha' a'least kept me hands! Now how does this damn bloody t'ing work anyways?" He growled as once again he tried to lift the weights, but his legs were weak and useless.

"Here, I'll spot you..." Vasile gently gided his legs onto the plate. "Now try to push out, if you can." He kept his hands on him, where his knees would be. "Gently, slowly...."

Vasile looked back over the man. "Can you at least... manipulate and stuff? You know my friend Cass lost her legs completely. For a while, she had to use a wheelchair. We went and talked to Aubrey and Aubrey said that she would eventually loose them completely and she'd have to learnt o slither... and she was right. She doesn't have to use the wheelchaor or prostetics anymore. But its still rather disconcerting.."

Vasile frowned. "But she lost her nipples... guess snakes don't have nippes. But she gets around well..and has her hands and all..." Vasile seemed to realize he was rambling and went back to focusing on helping Billy push the weights.

"Aye, I kin' move 'em jes' fine," Billy grunted, tentacles wriggling about between his legs and Vasille's arms at the strain of them. Finally, they settled to push combined with his legs, and he was able to at least get a bit of movement from the machine, "They're jes' bloody weak as hell! I kinnae' stand fer more'n a moment wit'ou' somethin' t'lean on. An' I'd thank ye no' t'bring up tha' woman anymore, alrigh'?" He snapped the end, clearly frustrated about more than his physical handicaps.

Vasile blinked. "Eh? Woman? Cass?" He suddenly puffed his chest and looked defensive. "Why the hell not? What's your beef with my Cassi!"

"I mean tha' bloody Aubrey, y'a**!"

Vasile's ears perked from their position - flat on his head. "Oh."

He shifted. "Why? You have a problem with---- oh.. OH. OH MY GOD SHE TOOK YOUR BALL!" Almost in a twisted mirror of Billy's enthusiam about his death scene, Vasile looked excited and pointed, his eyes going wide. "That was you!"

At that, Billy's face paled untill it was such a light blue, it was nearly white, gradating down his neck towards his chest and limbs to resume their natural darkerlavender-blueish color. He flinched, scrambling to leap away from the man and off of the machine, but his many limbs either got caught in their flailing, or couldn't support him, sending him crashing to the floor on the opposite side. Once recovered, he gave a nervious sniff, his eyes wide and bizaar teeth beared, "HOW DO Y'KNOW ABOO' THA'??" A line of black was dribbling down from the corner of his mouth to be soaked up in his goatee.

Vasile's eyes widened and he backed away, a bit startled by Billy's reaction. "I'm sorry!!" he stammered, putting up his hands in a placating manor. "That came off.... really bad...."

His ears dropped and he looked really sheepish. "It came up in a truth or dare game methinks... a bit back..."

Then it hit him, and he tried to look, one ear perking up. "So...its true?"

As Billy grabbed a crutch that had fallen nearby and tried to heft himself up, a tightly-tied plastic bag of something white dropped from the folds of his tentacles to land beside the machine. His eyes remained locked on the fox-man as his various limbs curled and uncurled slowly, "Who told?"

Vasile's eyebrows arched dramatically at the bag, having been in Hollywood long enough to have a good idea what that was. "Huh?" He was distracted for a second, then dragged his eyes back up. "Antony did."

Billy's eyes flickered when Vasille's did, and the red suddenly spread again as a tentacle snatched it up and shoved it away under his front webbing again safe and sound. He paused when he heard the familiar name, "Antony?? How many did she tell??"

"I don't know if I want to tell you. I think I just got myself in enough trouble.."

"Tha' God-damned feckin' b***h!" He snarled, leaning on one crutch to grab the other befor he paced away towards the other side of the room and back, as though needing to clear his head. Great. Excellent. Like he needed more public humiliation.

"Hey man! Calm down..." He put a hand on his shoulder. "Really...its no big deal. I was rude... but...but yeah. No big deal. I knew a guy once.. only had one since birth.. he was fine. And ...and...uh.." Vasile looked around the room quiickly. "Ambrose! Ambrose has a sheath! Ya know...like a dog..."

Vasile felt bad and didn't want to cause a fight. "Really, don't be so self-conscious. I wouldn't be turned off by a guy that only had one.. as long as it all still worked.."

Wow, he was digging himself in deep.

"I was feckin' FRAMED, y'hear me? I aint a feckin' CHILD molester!" Billy snapped back, his inhuman eyes wavering at the silver-furred ex-celebrity.

"Huh? Wha? Oh..nononono.. its cool. I believe you! Really!" Vasile tried to gently pull him back in te room. "I'm not judging you here..."

Billy continued to grumble under his breath, wiping at the ink on his chin uselessly with a tentacle, "D'y'go' a bloody towel?"

Vasile had a rolled towel around his shoulders that he quickly pulled off and offered to the man. "Why don't you sit down?"

"Sittin's all I'm feckin' good fer these days," He grunted, blotting at the ink in his beard, leaving the towel fairly polka dotta. "An' water. Bring me some water. I'm feirce parched."

Vasile fetched him a bottle of water and took a seat next to him. "Don't say that," he said sympathetically. "I'm sure eventually you won't needs these anymore.." Vasile said, patitng the crutches. "And we're all in this together now."

Billy undid the top with his tentacles easily enough, taking a long swig befor he turned the rest of the bottle down his back and shoulders, "No, I'll need a bloody wheelchair like yer friend. I'll turn into a ball o' boneless tentacles. I don' even KNOW wha' th'hell's wrong wit' me teeth. S'all easy fer ye- y'still go' two arms an' legs an' hair. An' e'en tha's fallin' ou'!" He pushed his hair back to flash his receiding hairline and lack of ears. He hadn't liked to think of those changes, scaring him the worst of all. His face would change. His head would change. What else would change? How would it change? Oh yeah, they were all in this together. After the way things had gone so far, though, Billy couldn't help but feel exceptionally alone.

Vasile couldn't help but feel sorry for theman, having been in a similar situation with Cass. "Yeah, I'm pretty lucky on that front..." Vasile said, frowning. "But if it makes you feel any better, Moreau's .... doing something else to me. When I came here, I was the biggest playboy in LA. NOw... well, uhm..." he scratched his arm self consciously. "I'm gay" He winced and looked away. "Its embarassing, and I KNOW I wasn't just in denial or s**t like that. Its happened since my last change."

At that, Billy's brows furrowed and he turned to frown at the other man, visibly scooting away a little, "Ye wha'?"

Vasile's ears dropped pathetically. "You heard me. Moreau's turned me gay. WOmen... do nothing for me anymore." He sighed. "See? So yeah I look better on the outside, but everything's all turned around up here!" Vasile pointed to his head.

Billy's brows raised and furrowed, his skin shifting shades befor resettling, "He can... do tha'? Jes'... make y't'ink yer gay? Was it hypnotism?"

"I have... no idea," Vasile sighed. "Just... I started noticing...things... and then... I finally. Ugh. I broke up with my girl and everything. I have a ... terrible crush on a someone I know I can never have. My whole... view on...EVERYTHING is changing. I dont even have my self-identity to cling to."

"s**t, lad," The octopus man shook his head, "Is it jes' in yer head? Or... y'know... li'... other places too?"

"Do you mean... do I ...react to men?" His ears turned pink but there was no point not being honest. "Yeah... I finally had to know and well...tried it."

Billy's face actually went physically green, an odd greyish green, but green non-the-less, which spread down to his chest and shoulders, "I din' mean-!"

Vasile got a kind of perturbed look on his face, his tail twitched. "Sorry to disgust you so."

Vasile stood up. "Sorry I shouldn't have said anything. Just trying to make you feel better."

"Ah... ach, damn I din' mean i' li' tha'!" Now Billy was flustered, frowning as he took another swig of water.

"no, its okay.." he said, waving his hands smally. "I shouldn't haven't dumped on you - we just met. I just.." he tossed his hands up. "I don't know quite how to handle it yet. My brain beeds crutches."

He paced slowly, just burning off nervous energy. "But yeah, we're all so royally ******** here, eh? I mean, they're doing more than just..just the animal thing. Me ... me wit the, ya know...and you with the..." he motioned. "Removal.. of things..."

Billy grunted in agreement, unsticking his cigarettes from where the suckers on the backs of his legs could cling to his pack's plastic coating and pulled one free, striking a match without even so much as a glance around for a no-smoking sign. "So wha' are we all gonna' do abou' it, then?"

Vasile blinked, wondering just where the hell he pulled those from and backed away a few steps with a curl of his nose. He hated cigrarettes.

"Do about it? Well, s**t. I don't know. Did you hear about what happened to Aubrey?" Vasile held up his hands again. "Personally my opinion on her more echoes Ambrose's... she's the closest thing to a decent person we have on that side of the fence. But I know other islander's that are willing to...." he lowered his voice, "ya know..'do something' about it." His eyes darted around fertively. "Do you know a bloke named Jamal?"

"Aye, he tried t'eat me once," Billy replied with a stern look.

Vasile snorted. "Yeah, well... he's very, uh, driven. Anyway, he's taken a bite outta Aubrey before. And I KNOW he wants to do it again. Er, if it wasn't him to hurt her already. But anyway, my point, maybe you should talk to him abuot ... something a bit more organized than random attacks?"

As soon as the words left the fox-man's lips, Billy's eyes flickered to the video cameras, "I don' t'ink we shoul' talk aboo' tha' here." He kept his voice low and his lips as stiff as possible.

Vasile shrugged. "I talked about it before with Jamal. I unno if they even watch those all the time anway or what. But anyway, thats all I have to say anyway." Vasile was either very confident, or inredibly ballsy. Or naive - there was no real way to tell. "They can't honestly expect us not to eventually... get angry with what;s happening."

Billy sniffed, rubbing his nose with a tentacle as he straightened up, "So yer turnin' into a gay fox."

Vasile's ear twitched back and he gave a wry smile. "Fox is the main idea, aye." He swished his tail for emphasis. "Some kind of canine to say the least. "Though I've never got around to officially asking. I thought all foxes were red, then I remember this one killer coat I saw in Paris once." He chuckled to himself. "Man I'd glad I didn't, like, buy it for so some reason. I'd feel almost guilty now."

Billy took up his crutches again, pulling himself up to his feet. "Ye'll have t'help me wit' me legs again sometime," He interupted, "If y'promise no' t'star' fancyin' me or nothin'. Thus far, I'm still male upstairs an' down."

Vasile forced himself to leer. "Well then, chap, you might want to start figuring out how to wear pants or else I just might not be able to help myself."

He tried to hold a straight face, but failed, quickly shaking his head and chuckling. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. I promise I won't make the moves." Though Vasile didn't want to say... slimey tentacles just wasn't doing it for him. Plus the smoking and the... little baggie. He's stick with the young pretty onces. Like Ambrose, Tim, and Avery.

"But uh...yeah. I'm down here pretty often, wouldn't mind helping. I'm not a trained phyical therapist or anything but s**t - Id know as much to help you with your new atamony and any doc would. I'm also in Duplex 14 if you ever want to find me."

"T'irty three," Billy replied, moving towards the door "I tend t'hoard drinks if y'don' feel li' walkin' all th'way t'the beach." He stopped, glancing back at him as he ashed his cigarette on the carpet, "It was nice talkin' wit' ye, Vasile."

Vasile gave a slight dissaproving look at the ashes but kept his mouth shut. "Yeah, you, too. I'll keep that in mind abuot the drinks. You can get back okay?"

"I aint bloody *useless*," He chuckled, shaking his head, "Talk t'y'soon." That said, the octopus hobbled out, his head spinning with thoughts.

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Billy and Colche
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When Billy finally made his way back to the villiage, the first signs of evening had begun streaking the sky. There was plenty of light, of course, to show the terrible mess in front of his duplex.

"What in the..." He started, wobbling unsteadily on his crutches towards the scattered shirts and bottles that made up his belongings, his tentacle-like foot knocking his old, well loved backpack. Immediatly, his first reaction was to rush up to the door, madly pulling at the knob that refused to budge. The key he kept tucked in his cigarette box didn't want to fit in the lock. "Wha' th' feckin'- OPEN UP!! OPEN TH'FECKIN' DOOR!" He bellowed, crutching to the side anxiously, his face reddening as he peered into the window. At the sight of the clean, hotel-room fresh interior, his features swirled from pale to red once more, his grip on his crutches tightening. "WHA' TH'FECK'S ALL THIS?? I KNOW Y'KIN' HEAR ME, Y'SPYING ASSHOLES!" He snapped, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Y'OPEN THIS UP NOW!"

Nita had been resting in her duplex after her appointment with Dr. Frost when a lot of yelling and banging startled her awake. "What the hell?" she muttered, padding to the door. She opened it part-way and peered out, searching for the origin of such a commotion.

Was that.. Billy? Wow, he was a lot more.. purple. And tentacle-y than she remembered. Her eyes widened as she noticed what seemed to be his belongings all over the grass in front of his duplex. Nita stepped out onto her porch, leaning over the rail, to watch.