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Tommy couldn't have felt lower if Gaius had come up and kicked him in the crotch with a hoof. He felt like that too. It was all he could do not to just walk away right then. Instead, he compromised with 'standing,' using his fists as crutches and his head hung low. She hates me now...great...well, she should. That was stupid of me...let people live in their ignorance for as long as they can...at least get some happiness here. Christ, I'm an idiot.

With a sigh, he turns toward the lights illuminating the village a little ways off. He seriously contemplates just drowning himself in a movie for the rest of the night. His escape from reality...his own personal cave.

Tommy didn't know what to think at the moment...Should he stay and try to patch it up, or just leave and hope never to run into her again. On an island...you're a bright one, aren't you, Tommy? Before he could make up his mind though, she did it for him. He glanced back at the flyboy remark. In all honesty, he liked the nickname...better than bat-man, that's for damn sure. He had to hold back a smirk though...that is until a stream of salt-water hits him right in his face. His unbalanced body fell back and he landed on his rump. And he couldn't help but laughing...even if it caused him to snort some of that salt water up into his leaf-like nose. "Ah, Christ!" he coughed out while still laughing, trying to wipe his large nose with the back of a wing.

"That's how you treat everyone you meet?" he asked, still grinning despite his sour mood only moments before, "By squirting clam juice all over 'em?" He chuckles a few more times before frowning, "Hey...how'd you do that, anyway?"

Tommy crossed his oddly shaped legs in front of him and leaned back. His fingers spread out to either side of him on the sand like the skeleton of the wings they will soon become. He grinned at her, remembering a book he read as a kid with that same name. "Heh, don't worry 'bout that. I never depooped crawfish when I ate 'em, either."

"...are...are you going to be alright, though?" he asked with genuine concern.

Tommy nodded, knowing what she meant by that. Hell, Moreau was a great man...a horrible, soulless individual, but still a great man. He blinked toward the faint, colorful light where the sun used to be and sighed with relief. He rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand/wing.

"Yeah, I hear ya...but...if, yaknow...you ever need someone to hang out with...don't hesitate to call up your friendly neighborhood batman...I'm in duplex fifty-four."

Tommy couldn't help but blush slightly at the batman comment. He grinned widely. He couldn't agree more with Dee. Batman was always his favorite. And in about a month...he'll be finished and be the real-life bat-man. He was terrified and elated at the thought.

"I'm sure you've got your work cut out for you in a place like this...but wine? That actually...that actually sounds really nice. I'm going to have to take you up on that sometime soon."

"That'd be great, I'll be lookin' foreward to it," he said with a nod, the cool sand relaxing him now that the sun had gone down. "She seemed like a nice a nice enough person...for a lab tech, anyway. I'm sure she won't mind...but yeah, lemme know. I only have one choice in my meals...something new'd be amazing."

He lifted an extremely large hand toward her as she trudged off. "I'll do my best...but yeah, it's been great meeting you, too," a smile spread on his face as he said this.