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Sunset was approaching, which had inspired Sid to cut his binging short in favor of watching it. Thus he was only mildly buzzed when he walked out to the surf. It was enough to odd a nice gloss to the scene and make him feel that sitting down would be a lovely idea. He didn't know if the tide came in or out at such an hour, as if it matter much when he was going to get wet one way or another. He sank down onto the sand that hadn't been touched by the surf yet, careful of his tail.

After that it was just a matter of watching the horizon and waiting to see if his feet were going to get wet. He rested his cane in his lap in the meantime and tried not to think of how he was going to get up once night fell.

The view of the ocean stretching out before him, Sid decided, would have so much better of he was at least high. Instead it was just... nice. All a few beers could do to help the experience was take the edge off the nicotine withdraw. The latter was for the better, he had to keep telling himself that, because a man can only have so many vices before it stops being cool and starts being sad. As if it wasn't already.

He glanced over his shoulder and realized that with his hair out of a ponytail several inches of it was now in the sand. With an annoyed sigh and turned back to the water. The sight of the kid approaching surprised him, it also reminded him that since his change he was never a pleasant sight.

As Sid waved he tried to close his mouth a little more, but it would only work with him so much.

Sid's eyes lingered on the kid's tail a little longer than was polite. Figured they'd go easier on a kid... figured they'd experiment on them, too. His tongue curled up in what was the sad echo of his habit of licking his lips when nervous. He realized, too late, that had to look weird.

So he tried to make up for it by saying something. "Hey."

He was entirely too sober for this.

"Jus' lucky ah guesss," Sid hissed. It took all of a second for it to hit him that that was too harsh a thing to say to a kid. "Ah mean... s'whah ah'm becomin'... th-- ssome kinna fish." He sighed in frustration. "Ah'm adjuss... adjustin'."

Sid nodded and scratched his chin. He hadn't shaved since he changed, so he was developing a terrible case of hobo beard. "Ih'll likely oh- only geh worssse," he said matter-of-factly. "Teef es..." Sid trailed off and shook his head, words like 'especially' were still too much to attempt.

The sunset has lost its appeal- there'd be another tomorrow, anyway- so Sid kept his attention on Cody. "Yeh," he said, glancing back at his tail. There wasn't much room for it to wiggle as long as he was sitting down, but there was just enough for it to create a little furrow in the sand. "Mah own perthonal nigh' ligh'. Makess ih hard to ssleep ah times."

He didn't even notice the last word was uttered without incident or lisping or hissing.

"I guesss," Sid muttered.

His tail flicked away involuntarily at the touch. Sid himself was feeling a little too low to get angry at the invasion of personal space. He may have gotten the random twitching more or less under control, but he didn't see what the use in controlling it yet. Leaning to talk with a mouth like his was his biggest priority, though learning to drink without making a mess was a close second. Smoking he'd given up on. That there was even a list of adaptations to work through depressed him even more. Worse, the buzz was fading, leaving him without any sort of buffer.

Time to change the topic, then.

"Tho... yuh a dolphin or somefin, righ'?"

"Ah thuppossse... Supposse... sh-crap." At least Sid caught himself before he swore. Let no one say he was a total bad influence on the younger generation. As he brushed his hair out of his face he finally took note of the tide. He'd been wrong- though he wasn't sure which he'd been hoping for- it was moving out.

"Wissh ah coulda stayed a mammal," he added under his breath.