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"Lucky?" He grinned, curved fangs visible briefly. "Because I can get about on land, you mean? Per'aps. 'Owever," he paused, gesturing to his tail. "This last change took a full week. I thought it was goin' t' kill me. I'd think I'd rather be restrained t' water than 'ave to look forward to another like that."

"That's probably for the better," he admitted. It made it seem much less real when it was quick. You didn't have to focus on the differences that were taking place, and, when it was slow, it was easier to match the change with the pain, leaving a lasting mark in one's memory. However, for the last few days of his transformation, Thom hadn't been coherent enough to know what was going on, much less remember it.

"Th' chair has to be miserable," he agreed sympathetically, nodding. "I' sorry you 'ave t' deal with that. I used crutches until my tail was strong enough t' carry me."

His smile faltered, and he shook his head. "I 'aven't played since my second change, t' be 'onest. Or shortly thereafter, tried for a bit with one leg, couldn't manage very well. I've debated tryin' again, but, eh..." He shrugged, glancing down to the stub that remained of his left leg. "I doubt I'd be good for much."

"Don't apologize," Thom laughed, shaking his head and looking back up. "I'd thought th' same for a bit there. An', admittedly, I'm sure I could still do some interestin' tricks with th' ball, but actually playin' would be difficult. For one, I can't dribble th' ball without two limbs, an' my tail's too long for me t' function well on th' field. I'd 'ave people trippin' all over me. I could probably manage a damn good goal keep, 'owever," he admitted, looking thoughtful.

"Per'aps you could make a water game of it?" he suggested, raising a brow. "Water polo or some such? I still 'ave a bunch of balls, if you want one. It wouldn't exactly be football, but it could be fun."

"I'd certainly try," he agreed, laughing, though he wasn't sure how possible it would be. Cass hadn't exactly been the goalie Thom had expected, after all, but he and Cass were built differently, to an extent. He was fairly sure he could strike after the balls and, between his longer body and arms, manage to keep most of them out of the goal. But that didn't matter right now.

"Signed?" He hadn't even thought about that. It was so strange to come across a fan on the island, much moreso when he hardly felt like the self be had been back when he played football. It was flattering. "If you'd like. That's no problem at all."

Cody's excitement was more than clear, and when the boy restrained himself to only a handshake, Thom very nearly burst out laughing. However, for the boy's benefit, he managed to choke back the laugh and solemnly shook Cody's hand, though he couldn't help but grin. "S'my pleasure, kid, though I'm not sure 'ow'll I'll get it to you. Which duplex is yours?"

"Lake duplex number three," he repeated to write it into his memory, nodding. "I'll get it to you as soon as I 'ave th' chance, which means probably tomorrow. There isn't much to occupy us 'ere, is there?" he admitted, grimacing.

"I 'ave the same problem 'untin' rabbits," he agreed, nodding. "Bloody irritatin' things."

He paused, considering the question, then shrugged. "I know someone 'oo might be able t' make you one... I'd 'ave to ask 'im, an' I'm not entirely sure where 'e is right now, but when I see 'im I'll check for you. Otherwise, all I can think would be th' labs."