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Sid was down to his last remotely clean t-shirt, namely the Black Sabbath one, but he was still in the habit of putting laundry off until there was absolutely no choice- and nothing left to wear. His jeans were a mess, but they were like that even clean. It'd be futile to try and do it while hungover, anyway. Even with his sunglasses on, the sun was too damn bright, so he walked with his head down, only paying attention where he put his cane.

Coming to the bench came as an immense relief, at least until he realized it was occupied. By a woman. An Asian woman. Bonus. He pushed his sunglasses up, assuming his eyes were probably still just a little bloodshot. It was his halfassed equivilant of smoothing his hair; there wasn't much he could do with that thanks to the ponytail.

"Hello there," he said. His voice, annoyingly enough, was a little more gravely than usual. He really needed to go easier on the smoking and drinking.

The smile he gave her was a little to tight thanks to the question. "Always," he said lightly, brushing it off. He gestured to the free space that had grown a little during his approach. "Mind if I sit?"

Thankfully, for whatever reason, Sid sat a respectable distance away. He drew his cane up to rest in his lap in the same moment he stretched his legs. He sighed, realizing too late that that was just the sort of thing an old man would do. He tried to clear his throat to cover it, but too late.

"Haven't seen you around before," he said. "I'm Sid, by the way."

Sid tried to think of how long it had been, but aptly keeping track of time had been futile ever since the 80's. "I dunno," he said. "Maybe a week or two? It all sorta just blurs together."

He had yet to notice Sayuri's changes, his attention was focused more waist up. Well, chest up, but he was doing an excellent job of mostly keeping his eyes on her face. All the while he tried to remember if it was all Asian cultures who had a thing against eye contact, or just some... Or maybe he was thinking of monkeys. His own eyes lost focus as he tried to think of which it was.

"Uh no, not yet," Sid said. The strained smile remained on his face as he tried to act like the topic were as harmless as the weather. He stomach, on the other hand, was twisting itself into knots at the the mention of changes- and the math involved with how long the first seemed to take.

He glanced at her feet as she showed them, dragging his gaze back only after she spoke. "Two, huh? That wouldn't mean just your feet, would it?"

"That's fantastic," he said, unable to match her enthusiam about it. Realizing the smile had become something closer to a grimace, he tried a more neutral, less forced look. "The tail, I mean, not the difficulties. It's... ah... I'm sure you'll get used to it."

"Whoa, hey," Sid said, holding up a placating hand. "You misunderstand. I didn't mean I hope it hurts, or think you hope it hurts or... Okay, let's just forget that, shall we? It's indeed a lovely tail and-" another forced smile. "I'm not worried about myself. So it's all good."

He was very close to babbling, or maybe he already was. Of the three women met on the island, he'd only to keep his foot out of his mouth with the vulture chick. Trying to act like he actually had good communication skills- or at least a good vocabularly- was exactly working well, either. He sighed out loud before he could stop himself.