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Jul. 10th, 2005 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Sawyer's walking down the hall to his room, his newly-acquired tube of lotion in his crusty, green right hand. He has to stop after every couple of doors to rest, catch his breath. It's during one of these stops that he realizes that his skin isn't just crusty.
It's scaly.
Like, lizard scales scaly.
He groans and slides down the wall to a sitting position. Resting is nice.
It's scaly.
Like, lizard scales scaly.
He groans and slides down the wall to a sitting position. Resting is nice.
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Date: 2005-07-11 02:19 am (UTC)"Does this look okay to you?"
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Date: 2005-07-11 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-11 03:25 am (UTC)He pulls up sweater arm to show the scales running up his arm. "Runs the entire length of my right side. Fucking bar."
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Date: 2005-07-11 03:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-11 03:37 am (UTC)As if that makes him remember his discomfort, he begins scratching his right side. "It's probably contagious. Want a hug?"
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Date: 2005-07-11 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-11 03:51 am (UTC)He sits silently for a bit, trying to catch his breath. Then, "God, that part hurts."
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Date: 2005-07-11 04:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-11 04:12 am (UTC)Miraculously, he does... though he's still leaning against the wall for support.
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