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.]
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[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.
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[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.
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[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.]