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Pyroth found walking hard enough at the best of times and after having lain in the one position for hours in the damp it was harder than ever. Part of him wanted to just drop down and walk on all fours but even he knew that despite that impulse, it would only make things harder. He didn't like being reliant on others or a burden and quickly forced himself to put the effort into walking, attempting to take the hassle off of Bobby.

"Food?" he considered it, he really was hungry even if a little nauseous and hunting was out of the question. "Sounds like a plan." Water was definately in order too, his mouth tasted terrible

He walked for a bit, trying to force some movement into his legs, fully concentrating on what he was doing but as he got more into a stride he spoke again.

"Bet I totally ruined your trip to the river."

Pyroth smirked gratefully, if there was one thing he could count on Bobby to have near to hand it was food and good food too. "You've been living out here?" he said surprised "I suppose it's warm enough and all. Truth be told I've considered moving out of my duplex and into the jungle a lot lately, never have been able to though. Guess I'm too attached to my creature comforts. Like a bed. And art materials." He chuckled "Despite these paws I can still draw a bit."

He stepped carefully over a fallen branch and added "If I change any more than this I'll leave it behind but for now I spend most nights indoors."

He didn't ask what had driven Bobby out into the jungle in the first place, not wanting to bring up the Billy incident if he could avoid it.

"I hate swimming, you have /no/ idea how long this fur takes to dry. That and I couldn't swim well to begin with."

Pyroth sat down carefully, glad to get off of his feet, flicking his tail around to rest by his side. He grinned "I'm the same, I take so much expensive alcohol from the beach bar I must cost the labs a fortune. It's not like they are hard for cash anyway."

He nodded and flicked his tail "My art's okay, not fantastic though, Khan was usually the one who did the tattoo designs, I just transferred them onto the customer."

He looked around where he was sitting cautiously "You get some majorly huge bugs in this place." he wouldn't readily admit it but some of the insects in the jungle really set him on edge.

Pyroth eyed the tuna sandwich critically for just a moment before deciding that beggers couldn't be choosers and took a bite out of it. It wasn't what he had grown used to of late but nevertheless tasted pretty damn good to his hunger. "Thanks." he said as soon as he was good to talk again.

He caught the scent of her wounded knuckles before he actually spotted them, glancing over, looking concerned. "Ouch. I guessed you might have hurt yourself when you did that, just didn't think." He rummaged in his pockets and produced the anitbiotics he had picked up for his own injured shoulder, there were quite a few left. "If you haven't really been back to the villiage yet, these might be useful."

He grinned "Yeah, I /should/ only worry about the fleas, that doesn't mean I don't almost die a death when a giant hairy spider crawls past me."

The coyote dismissed her worries with a paw "Nah I don't need them, have another box in my duplex, thought I had better be safe than sorry. Took a leaf out of your bag of wonders. "

He tilted his head and feigned indignance. "I'm not /that/ bad. Well..maybe." One of the times he had been hunting he almost ran into a spider, skidded to a halt, spun around and ran off yelling in the opposite direction. He wasn't arachnophobic but it was amazing how disturbing giant hairy bugs could be.

He decided to just broach the subject he'd been avoiding after a bit, smiling warmly.

"By the way, your reaction to Billy a few days ago was the most magnificently composed one I've ever seen." he chuckled, meaning no harm of it "I can see why you were hired as a policewoman."

New Rp

largest lake on Hell Island was quite near the village. ...It was as close as Em ever dared to go to it. The hedgehog girl had not purposefully shunned the surrounding jungle that circled the duplexes, but as the months wore on, she'd found herself more and more seldom gracing the edge of Moreau's mock-civilization. It was as if the meaning behind the village- Moreau's hypocritical, lying appeals to the islander's need for comfort- could not be contained by the clearing, but bled into the surrounding trees, as well. Emelyn had not consciously thought on it- but, suffice it to say, had spent her time further away from that which she had scorned... more so every day.

The lake washed away any thoughts- it was cool, shaded, and easy, nestled in the nook of the woods and mostly hidden from the open sky. Emelyn's jean bottoms were discarded at the water's edge- one of the new bikinis that Cass had brought her upon her now so furry form- a light, bluish grey- a color that matched the makeshift flint knife tucked into the side of her bikini bottom more than her eyes.

Emelyn came up from the water, tossing back those few, now-heavier spines that stuck to her forehead, and kicked her legs in an easy circle. Treading water was easier than narrowing her eyes at the bank and trying to recognize the man she saw, sitting there. She didn't even know if he had seen her yet- but she swam several feet nearer to him before his face, though changed from what it was now- blinked to recognition in her mind. He had been at the truth or dare beach party. In fact, they had spoken. ...Sort of.

"Just going to dip your toes?" Emelyn called to him.