[Fucking dreadful. Funny how that's a sentiment that doesn't get expressed nearly enough, no matter how appropriate. Lloyd doesn't reply to the post when it goes up, a little too busy worrying about his own bodily modifications, but he does, a bit later on, run into Ricki in the dining hall.
He doesn't ask what the fuck it is Ricki is hiding under that sheet, not yet, though he can't help being curious, but what he's got he isn't trying to hide. There's a pair of horns protruding out of his forehead that wouldn't look out of place on a mountain goat, and a long, fleshy tail coming out from a specially made hole in the back of his jeans. Right now the tail is behaving, but that's not always the case.]
Guess I forgot to mention it when we talked the first time, but this place is fuckin' crazy.
[But maybe that's the sort of thing that goes without fucking saying. Lloyd turn a chair around before sitting down opposite of Ricki, and takes an agitated bite out of his sandwich.]
These things usually blow over in a couple of days. The floods do. Dunno about the psycho killers. That might be more of a permanent fixture.
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He doesn't ask what the fuck it is Ricki is hiding under that sheet, not yet, though he can't help being curious, but what he's got he isn't trying to hide. There's a pair of horns protruding out of his forehead that wouldn't look out of place on a mountain goat, and a long, fleshy tail coming out from a specially made hole in the back of his jeans. Right now the tail is behaving, but that's not always the case.]
Guess I forgot to mention it when we talked the first time, but this place is fuckin' crazy.
[But maybe that's the sort of thing that goes without fucking saying. Lloyd turn a chair around before sitting down opposite of Ricki, and takes an agitated bite out of his sandwich.]
These things usually blow over in a couple of days. The floods do. Dunno about the psycho killers. That might be more of a permanent fixture.