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"Not a problem Tommy, alot better than having you sssleep on the floor or sssomeplacse elssse" Victor told the Bat man, thinking about his suggestion of the Futon. "I'll keep the Futon in mind, itssss a good idea"

Victor closed the book on Lizards and reptiles, he probably wouldn't find what he was looking for in the book now, but he knew he could always ask someone in the labs.

"I know I can sssstay up late but I'm light-sssensssitive, it ssstarts getting bright outssside and the sssun wakesss me up"

Victor nodded at that "Yeah, the whole cold blooded thing, the ssssun makessss me feel warmer, better, more active, ssso not much choicsse, been waking up about... Ssseven each morning." the Lizardman shrugged his shoulders "Not that bad except if it getssss too cold at night, that can bother me...which isss why I ordered an electric blanket, don't have to worry about the cold"

He used one of his chest arms to rub along his lower jaw, and then the underside of his much larger snout, it was very strange to feel these features, especially the upper mouth, that huge maw he would try and keep closed when he could but sometimes moved on its own when he spoke. Touching those features only reminded himself of how muh his body had changed and he stopped, letting the arm drop.

"I guesssss I'll ssssee you sssometime in the morning then?" Victor asked, thinking he probably ought to be going

Victor had started to crawl back off the couch, with the reptile book in his arms when Tommy mention wanting a computer and how his was under the ocean now. "I have a laptop, I don't ussse it much anymore, I wouldn't be opposssed to sssharing it, I wassss thinking of giving it away but decided to wait, might be usssseful later"

Victor nodded "Yeah I hear you... I don't have much dexterity in these little arms and hands of mine....but yesss I'll ssssee you around Tommy" the Lizardman says as he starts to crawl towards the door, standing up to work it open and then sliding outside, carrying the reptile book with him

New Rp

When Emelyn found herself in the entertainment room... he was already there. She didn't expect to see him, but, then again, she didn't expect much of anything. It was sort of nebulous how she'd gotten there in the first place- but the hedgehog woman did not think on it, much. These days, she'd taken over to wandering again. She approached hermitage once again, though she had sidestepped the sort of obsessive tenants that were characteristic of her long sojourn in the wild. Instead, this was a solitude of a fog- one that furred her senses over and surrounded her in a sort of bleary haze, not unlike a fog that separated her from the people around her, obscuring her from emotional view by the palette of nihilistic whites and greys. So when she found herself several feet past the doorway of the Entertainment room, looking over at Ambrose Maurlias- she didn't ask herself how she'd gotten there.

"Ambrose."

Emelyn returned the smile, wondering what sort of sad or nonexistant expression must have been on her face for his eyes to linger there so easily. Ambrose was one of the few on the island that she could rely on to respond to her moods, and to show very real concern when something had stricken her down. She didn't want, then, to waste his concern on a moment that was more confusion than sadness. A nod followed the easy smile.

"Mm. I haven't been getting enough sleep recently. ...How have you been?"

She rubbed her eyes with the spread apart fingers on both hands, while her palms and thumbs rested below, on her cheeks as purple and yellow bursts of color flashed behind her lashes. She understood what Ambrose meant- the reason behind the words, and it gave her a headache that was unaccompanied by much pain. It was more... the idea of a headache, and the flicker of that possibility that caused her to sigh, cross the room, and 'sit' on the couch as well as she was able, hovering on the edge while her spines stood at a ready at a keratin-rich attention behind her, the tips not quite reaching the back cushions themselves.

"I don't know. I think it's just everything." She looked up at Ambrose. "And nothing. That doesn't make sense, does it?" She rubbed her eyes again, then dropped her palms to her thighs, looking down as she did.

She sighed. He wouldn't let her get away from it. She'd been having bad dreams- ones that pointed to things getting away from her, things disappearing... even memories. Then there were the ones she couldn't remember. Those were the worst, because she woke up in terror, having lost the knowledge of whatever it was, but not the emotions.

"I think... you've been avoiding me." Her voice was all of a sudden sad, and she didn't know why.