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[patheticvillain]

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This is bullshit.

["This" being the black, silky ears he's sprouted in the wake of the flood. His long tail, equally black and twitching with irritation, pokes out from under his blanket, where he's curled up and sulking. The camera's at a skewed angle, balanced on the edge of his pillow.]

I just woke up like this. I didn't even do it. If it's gonna happen, I want to at least be the one to do it. I want . . .

[He trails off, his eyes distant and dull. When they snap back into focus, he sits up slowly, blankets falling around him, and narrows his eyes.]

It's supposed to hurt.

[And then he begins to change: skin rippling, body changing, limbs twisting. He grows a third arm, and then a fourth, the new ones vestigial, skinless, ugly. Growths emerge across his face, limning his high cheekbones. He curls up in the fetal position; you can hear bones crack, shift, curl, and break. All the while he's crying out in a dog's whine, an ugly helpless yet somehow angry noise. The blankets tangle around his shifting feet as they grow bark and tentacles and recede into stubs.]

[Eventually, endlessly, he is still. The ears and tail have gone completely.]

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[patheticvillain]

's.

[mistconduct]

cool. on my way.

[And he is! Chris heads to Cassel's room, intent on going a knock-knocking at his door]

[patheticvillain]

[There's just a moan from inside. It means, more or less, that the door is open.]

[mistconduct]

[Chris fingers the doorknob, pushing it open and walking in]

He'h.

[This is 'Hey' for someone with their jaw wired shut. He shuts the door behind him, looking Cassel over]

[patheticvillain]

[He looks human again, more or less, but exhausted, heavy bags beneath his eyes, his forehead covered in a sheen of sweat. He reaches out a hand to Chris and lets it drop, too tired to hold it up.]

Hey.

[mistconduct]

[Chris wanders over, taking Cassel's dropped hand and falling down next to him]

Whuss up?

[patheticvillain]

[He squeezes Chris's fingers, looks away from him.]

Hurts.

[mistconduct]

[He squeezes back, dropping down on the floor next to the bed]

M'sorry.

What can I do?

[patheticvillain]

I feel crazy.

[Rolling his head over towards Chris on the pillow.]

Do you feel crazy?

[mistconduct]

Like I'm slowly losing my mind?

Yeah. A bit.

[patheticvillain]

'M sorry. Sucks.

When does it stop?

[mistconduct]

No idea. Usually when I go hunt down ice cream or something.

[patheticvillain]

That's not working this time?

[mistconduct]

Well, I hunted down you, first. You're not exactly double-chocolate.

[patheticvillain]

I feel like that should hurt my feelings.

When I can walk again, I'll. I don't know. Go get you some ice cream.

[mistconduct]

At least you don't have two dicks right now.

[patheticvillain]

Why do you have two dicks?

[mistconduct]

The same reason you had a tail. Fucking Barge.

[patheticvillain]

I mean, I can fix it if you want.

[mistconduct]

You probably need to rest first. Also it's weird as fuck to look at. You know when you go to piss and it comes out in two different streams? Imagine that but twice as much.

[patheticvillain]

. . . I don't think I want to imagine that.

[mistconduct]

Too bad. You're imagining it right now.

[patheticvillain]

Fuck you.

[mistconduct]

That's what I like to hear.

[patheticvillain]

I can fix your weird dick if you'll stop talking about it.