hmmm yeah i guess, why not. i can be the paranoid code names guy and the weird erotica recognizer. keep em guessing.
and relax, seriously. i'm not planning on getting myself killed anytime soon, and definitely not in your doorway.
maybe you should get some tape, lay down a "do not cross - arm alert!!!" line. just so you don't have to explain to everyone, every time. but uh sure, sounds [......good????] like a plan. what kind of snacks do you want? i'm about to go stare at the chips.
Thanks, bud. I'm marking all of this down on my tab, so I can repay you later. I know we're friends and all, but like hell I'm letting a friend do unpaid labour.
Tell me about it. Stuff happens to me way more often than I'd like, and I'd like to avoid that here, with you! Hahahahahahaha
I've been drinking out the shower without dying, so don't worry about water. I'm a tough man, actual nice-tasting food is a luxury at this point. I appreciate you even wanting to come and see me like this.
i'm getting you a water. friends don't let friends drink out of the shower. don't put it on the tab, it's a freebie. let me do some grocery shopping and then i'll come on by.
[la de da, he's surely not forgetting anything...... oh yeah,]
I've been keeping one, anyway. Just in case. Also helps me remember what I have, in case the days blend together a little too much.
Damn.
You don't think they put chemicals in the water to keep us sedate? (that was a joke I swear) But I'm absolutely adding this to the tab and you can't stop me. Hold on, let me just see if I can send you the location, give me a second.
[Boop! Automated location shpiel, sent through!]
You get that? It's not too far from where Don and Sinclair live, hahahahaha.
oh huh, that might be a good idea, actually. i'm not that good at remembering to keep track of stuff, though... got any tips?
i talked to a guy about drugs in the food before. we thought it'd be too big a chance to take, since there's no guarantee that we're all going to drink the same amount of water or eat enough fucked up food. no, if they're putting drugs in us, it's gotta be some other way. if it's inconsistent, it's too easy to break out...
and yeah got it. ok give me 15, maybe 20 min and i'll be up with your gift basket.
[And it will include a bottle of water, pointedly!! It takes him the longest to locate raw salmon, mostly because he's never bought raw fish before outside of sushi... There's a knock on the door after a little over 20 minutes, actually, and then there are a few more knocks. It's shave-and-a-haircut.]
Hey, it's me—it's Junpei. You good for me to come in?
cw in the link for bug body horror, gregor having a mildly bad time
[He's still typing out a reply when he hears Junpei at the door, so. He'll just say what he has to say, in the end. But first, while his arm gently does whatever the fuck this is and knocks into whatever it can reach, better actually reply and get him indoors.]
All good, come in! There's only one door in this place, and I'll be behind it.
[Catch this guy Truly Metamorphosis-ed the fuck out, laying in bed looking like shit, surrounded by empty popcorn bags. Truly a roach.] ...Sorry I'm not in a better state, I'm usually way better at hosting, being clean, and generally being not a pain to be around.
[When his arm isn't morphing, warping, twisting itself into incomprehensibly fluid and sharp shapes as it yearns to pierce.] ...If you want to know my hot tips about grocery shopping, I just write down what I take on the rolls of receipt paper and tuck 'em under the register. Signed and all. It's better than nothing.
[Junpei does his best to brace himself as he shoulders the door open, arms laden with groceries, but he really has no idea what to expect, and he can't deny being a little relieved that there's another door to open in between. Let him just put these bags down... right here on the floor, where they'll wait while he takes only a roll of fun duct tape he found over to the other room. Just to stick his head in...
.......Okay. It's.
It could be worse. He stares at the wacked out limb until he pointedly doesn't anymore, holding up the roll of tape.]
This was the best one I could find, so I hope you like patterns. And I didn't write a receipt, but I pretended to make small talk at the register while I did the bags.
[Genuinely he did, is this anything?? But let him hold up a finger- wait- and then duck back out to rummage through these bags on the floor in the other room. So much less arm to stare at, whew... He calls back over his shoulder:]
Oh-- that's cute. Thanks, buddy. I don't mind at all; never had a cat, but it sure would've been nice, you know?
[Wings know he can't trust himself around smaller animals now, though. Which is probably obvious, given the way his arm starts to slowly churn the air in Junpei's direction, now that Gregor's attention is on him. Not that it'll stretch that far, but it'll be uncomfortable all the same, for both of them. Just what he likes!]
Uh-- just chuck it in the fridge for now, I guess. I'll stuff it down my throat once you don't have to witness it. I'm not starving yet, haha.
[A beat, where his smile fades and his eyes flit to the vortex of chitin currently attached to his upper arm.] ...Sorry to make you look at this.
Fridge it is. I'll leave the tape here on the counter...
[Announcing what he's doing both out of habit and so it doesn't get too awkwardly silent in here, what with the chitinous horror mere drywall away right now. He'll admit it, quietly, here stooped to put stuff in the fridge: it's weird and scary!!! Incredibly bad to look at!!! But he played the friendship card too many times just to deliver these snacks, so...]
Technically, I'm looking at this pack of cream cheese, [he calls with his head in the fridge, popping back out only when it begins to feel Too Silly.] And I, uh... I volunteered, so...
[Do not worry about it? Only worry the normal amount? There might be more if he knew something to say that didn't feel goofy, but instead after a moment there's that water bottle he insisted on, rolling into the roach room.]
Yeah, but who the hell could really imagine what it's like until they see it?
[Anyway, no more pity party. At least for a good few seconds. A man thus bedridden, with nothing more on his mind other than his own self-induced mutation, is permitted a little misery to wallow in, right???
But that water bottle looks really fucking good, and he's not about to look so pathetic as to just let it roll and land where it may! At the very least, he's going to roll over as best he can, even with the arm doing what it can to obstruct him, and try to grab the bottle off the floor.]
Thanks, man. Y'know...You got it easy, just seeing the arm. I get real bad, more comes out. Ha! [ha, ha. please laugh.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
and relax, seriously. i'm not planning on getting myself killed anytime soon, and definitely not in your doorway.
maybe you should get some tape, lay down a "do not cross - arm alert!!!" line. just so you don't have to explain to everyone, every time. but uh sure, sounds [......good????] like a plan. what kind of snacks do you want? i'm about to go stare at the chips.
no subject
I know it's probably going to seem like I'm freaking out a LOT, but I've actually killed someone back home with this thing outside of work
against my will of course. But the arm alert tape's a good idea. Stealing that.
Could you grab some raw salmon? Cream cheese, if they had it, please. I'll share with you, of course.
no subject
i'll get you some tape. might just be whatever i can find...
[Does he address... the accidental murder...]
shit happens i guess. i mean you said you can't help it so i'm not gonna hold it against you. i can hang out on the right side of the tape.
sure though, fish and cream cheese. that it? you want like......a water?
no subject
Tell me about it. Stuff happens to me way more often than I'd like, and I'd like to avoid that here, with you! Hahahahahahaha
I've been drinking out the shower without dying, so don't worry about water. I'm a tough man, actual nice-tasting food is a luxury at this point. I appreciate you even wanting to come and see me like this.
no subject
i'm getting you a water. friends don't let friends drink out of the shower. don't put it on the tab, it's a freebie. let me do some grocery shopping and then i'll come on by.
[la de da, he's surely not forgetting anything...... oh yeah,]
oh and uh send me an apartment number.
no subject
Damn.
You don't think they put chemicals in the water to keep us sedate? (that was a joke I swear) But I'm absolutely adding this to the tab and you can't stop me. Hold on, let me just see if I can send you the location, give me a second.
[Boop! Automated location shpiel, sent through!]
You get that? It's not too far from where Don and Sinclair live, hahahahaha.
no subject
i talked to a guy about drugs in the food before. we thought it'd be too big a chance to take, since there's no guarantee that we're all going to drink the same amount of water or eat enough fucked up food. no, if they're putting drugs in us, it's gotta be some other way. if it's inconsistent, it's too easy to break out...
and yeah got it. ok give me 15, maybe 20 min and i'll be up with your gift basket.
[And it will include a bottle of water, pointedly!! It takes him the longest to locate raw salmon, mostly because he's never bought raw fish before outside of sushi... There's a knock on the door after a little over 20 minutes, actually, and then there are a few more knocks. It's shave-and-a-haircut.]
Hey, it's me—it's Junpei. You good for me to come in?
cw in the link for bug body horror, gregor having a mildly bad time
All good, come in! There's only one door in this place, and I'll be behind it.
[Catch this guy Truly Metamorphosis-ed the fuck out, laying in bed looking like shit, surrounded by empty popcorn bags. Truly a roach.] ...Sorry I'm not in a better state, I'm usually way better at hosting, being clean, and generally being not a pain to be around.
[When his arm isn't morphing, warping, twisting itself into incomprehensibly fluid and sharp shapes as it yearns to pierce.] ...If you want to know my hot tips about grocery shopping, I just write down what I take on the rolls of receipt paper and tuck 'em under the register. Signed and all. It's better than nothing.
no subject
.......Okay. It's.
It could be worse. He stares at the wacked out limb until he pointedly doesn't anymore, holding up the roll of tape.]
This was the best one I could find, so I hope you like patterns. And I didn't write a receipt, but I pretended to make small talk at the register while I did the bags.
[Genuinely he did, is this anything?? But let him hold up a finger- wait- and then duck back out to rummage through these bags on the floor in the other room. So much less arm to stare at, whew... He calls back over his shoulder:]
What do you want me to do with this stuff?
no subject
[Wings know he can't trust himself around smaller animals now, though. Which is probably obvious, given the way his arm starts to slowly churn the air in Junpei's direction, now that Gregor's attention is on him. Not that it'll stretch that far, but it'll be uncomfortable all the same, for both of them. Just what he likes!]
Uh-- just chuck it in the fridge for now, I guess. I'll stuff it down my throat once you don't have to witness it. I'm not starving yet, haha.
[A beat, where his smile fades and his eyes flit to the vortex of chitin currently attached to his upper arm.] ...Sorry to make you look at this.
no subject
[Announcing what he's doing both out of habit and so it doesn't get too awkwardly silent in here, what with the chitinous horror mere drywall away right now. He'll admit it, quietly, here stooped to put stuff in the fridge: it's weird and scary!!! Incredibly bad to look at!!! But he played the friendship card too many times just to deliver these snacks, so...]
Technically, I'm looking at this pack of cream cheese, [he calls with his head in the fridge, popping back out only when it begins to feel Too Silly.] And I, uh... I volunteered, so...
[Do not worry about it? Only worry the normal amount? There might be more if he knew something to say that didn't feel goofy, but instead after a moment there's that water bottle he insisted on, rolling into the roach room.]
There, drink up.
no subject
[Anyway, no more pity party. At least for a good few seconds. A man thus bedridden, with nothing more on his mind other than his own self-induced mutation, is permitted a little misery to wallow in, right???
But that water bottle looks really fucking good, and he's not about to look so pathetic as to just let it roll and land where it may! At the very least, he's going to roll over as best he can, even with the arm doing what it can to obstruct him, and try to grab the bottle off the floor.]
Thanks, man. Y'know...You got it easy, just seeing the arm. I get real bad, more comes out. Ha! [ha, ha. please laugh.]