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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.

Date: 2005-07-11 03:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] friggin-gift.livejournal.com
Boone takes a step back. "What the fuck happened to you?"

Date: 2005-07-11 03:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] friggin-gift.livejournal.com
"Holy shit." He peers at it. "Does it hurt?" It's a dumb question, but what do you expect. They're fucking scales!

Date: 2005-07-11 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] friggin-gift.livejournal.com
He backs up a little more. "I'm good, thanks."

Date: 2005-07-11 04:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] friggin-gift.livejournal.com
Boone hesitates before moving forward. "Come on." He puts his arm around Sawyer's waist, careful not to touch his arm.

Date: 2005-07-11 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] friggin-gift.livejournal.com
"Accepting help doesn't make you less of a man, you know."

Date: 2005-07-11 04:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] friggin-gift.livejournal.com
"Suit yourself." He knows he's not getting anywhere with Sawyer. "See you around, Sawyer."

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