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 Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 9:03 pm
Sid shifted from side to side, out of impatience rather than pain. Something never failed to come along to overshadow the meager joy he could squeeze out of the fact his legs were healed with the scales. All it took was the thought that his legs were healed because they were fishier to kill any pleasure from it. Sure he could move, but everywhere he went there was the sound of his flipper fit to accompany him.
And his typewriter was in pieces. It wasn't going to get any more broke while it was in the bag, but he wanted it fixed immediately. He needed the damn thing, because excruciatingly slow typing was still better than trying to trying to handle a pen with his fingers like they were.
He almost fell back to his old habit of chewing on his lip until his fangs dug in enough to tell him that was a very bad idea. He sighed and waited, not thinking of how Newt might react to the sight of him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 9:27 pm
When Newt finally opened the door, and indeed gave a frightened croak at the sight of Sid's ever increasing sharp edges. "Ah-AH! Er... ha-ha-hallo! Ah..." Hiding behind his door, save for a cheak and an eye, he recognized the color of his hair and the sharpness of his teeth. "Are y-y-you... M-mr... M-mr.. ah... S-sid? Th-the... the m-man who... um... krrKIT! V-visted befor?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 9:36 pm
Sid grumbled in annoyance. "Come on, man. I haven't changed that much." What little he could see of Newt behind the door didn't strike him as different, but then it was hard to focus while he was standing in the sunlight. Too speed things up, he slipped his back off his shoulder and held it up.
"I need your help. I... My typewriter broke."
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 9:42 pm
"Tuh-tuh-tuh-typewriter?" Newt peaked out, opening the door wider when he knew the preditor wasn't about to eat him. "Wh-what s-sort of t-type writer? C-come in!" He hop-hobbled back from the door, holding it open for him to come in and set it down.
He had pushed the one table in the room against the far wall and converted it into a work bench. piles of various sorts of debris were scattered about, sticks and some of Kaveri's painted stones he had pilfered from the jungle because he thought they looked nice. He kept his bathtub running, water overflowering from the mud-filled tub in the bathroom, mud caking the floor as well to make a rather decently amphibious nesting ground. He had brought in plants, both alive and replanted and those dead and dried out over the floor. The bug-trap boxes and various fillings and compost heaps in the courner attracted countless bugs all flitting through the air or crawling over the filth. It was certainly organic, alright. "H-here- here!" He motioned him to his work bench excitedly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 9:52 pm
Sid was relieved to be inside, where it was at least dimmer, but once his eyes adjusted he had to take a few moments to look everything over. "It's a... a Smith Corona," he said while he looked around. "I think we had this conversation back when we were both better looking."
He finally really looked at Newt once he motioned to the work bench, which made him do a double take. That made the second person he'd seen who had changed around the same time he had. Stupid of him to keep forgetting it happened to everyone, multiple times, sooner or later. Newt looking froggier was one thing, but he couldn't make sense of the swelling.
"Did you get into a fight or something?" he asked once he put the back down. The sound of so many parts clinking together made him wince.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 9:56 pm
Newt's hand went up to his battered face, one eye nearly swollen shut with dark green brusing, similar other dark green welts and bruses knobbling his nearly-bald head. He ducked it down to rub it tenderly with a webbed hand, "I... ah... h-had a duh-duh-disagreement w-with someone."
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:03 pm
"Oh." Sid tried to think of who'd want to hurt someone as sad and skittish as Newt, but the answer came within the same instant. He was an easy target. "That sucks, man."
The more he and the people around him change, the weirder it got to call people that. Lip biting he could go with out, but after thirty years it was nigh impossible to stop calling people 'man', even if technically they weren't even human anymore.
"So..." He looked anxiously at the mess. "Do you think you can fix it? I mean, can it be?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:06 pm
Newt chose to avoid the subject of both of their... modified... appearences, instead pulling up his stool, hopping up with his legs dangling down on either side. "I d-don't know- l-let me see!" He gave the bench a pointed pat.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:16 pm
Sid moved closer, oblivious to the fact that his hovering could be distracted. It He was too anxious to think of much besides the uncertain fate of his typewriter.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:24 pm
Newt tenderly lifted the bag, emptying the parts out onto the table for him to see and immediatly winced. "Th-this... this doesn't look very good. Wh-what did you do to it? Th-throw it against a wall?" He sighed mornfully.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:26 pm
Sid looked aghast. "Why would I do a thing like that?"
He shoulders sagged. What use was there in lying about it? "Okay, so I threw it, but I didn't think it would actually hit the wall."
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:31 pm
"H-how could you d-do that to som-something like a p-poor defenseless t-ty-type writer? Th-these aren't th-that common anymore, you know!" regardless, he was delighted to be able to look at one from the inside out. it wasn't so complicated. He'd tended to worse messes.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:42 pm
"I know..." Sid said, hanging his head in shame. He recovered quickly and looked up. "It was... It's hard to explain."
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:47 pm
The frog-man snatched a beatle from the air fairly easily as he fidgeted with two pieces, and chewed while he tried to see how they fit together.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:48 pm
Sid pulled back in surprise, reminded himself he was in no position to judge, and kept watching Newt... As if it really mattered whether he did or not.
"Well?"
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