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    August 1, Y108
    Something was wrong.

    That was very obvious as the great hunter stirred, shifting unhappily on the ground, trying to collect his thoughts. Normally, this was a very fast process for one so proud and intelligent as himself, but right now it felt like his mind was running in a million directions at once. It was hard to focus, and it felt like where his thoughts had once been braided and strong, they were now individual wisps that caught on the air at a moment's notice.

    He tried to use his tail as a balance as he struggled to get up, but it didn't work at all. He awkwardly pancaked back onto the ground. He had dirt in his mouth, and in his marvelous eyes. It felt like his entire head was lying in a pile of rocks. He absently made to lick his lips, and got a mouthful of filth. It tasted...

    It tasted awful. He had never tasted dirt! It had never tasted like anything before!

    He surged upright, and fell onto his face. His entire face hurt, because his entire face had hit the ground at the same time. Rolling without thinking, the mighty predator ended up flat on his back. Which was impossible. His ferocious claws rushed upward, but there were no claws at all. They were stubby. He stared blearily up at the sun, which looked wrong. His palm smoothed over his face, and his face was flat, and the most fantastic of all hunters began to panic in earnest.

    With a weak, unsubstantial scream, he tried to stand again, and this time, he was aware enough to brace his legs for balance, because his tail wasn't there at all. He had no grand spines lining his back. He had no claws. His teeth were dull in his mouth. He was standing beside a thing and the the thing was much larger than him. It rose up so high that the clouds could have eaten it, and the hunter did not understand, because the thing looked like a human thing. But he had never seen one like this. It was bigger than him. He felt small. He was confused. His face hurt. He had...

    He screamed again as he looked downward, at a pale, weak, squishy form. There was a thing and he didn't know what it was, but it was in the wrong place! His legs were skinny and his feet were...

    "WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK SHITTING FUCKING SHIT FUCKING CUNT FUCK SHIT FUCK CUNT FUCK SHIT BITCH FUCK SHIT"

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    No Mera or Ariel to fuss over meant no fussing, period. Which in turn meant the lighthouse was a 'lil more cluttered and starting to resemble the interiors of Widow's Watch before he jumped ship... for the redheads... Which meant sleeping in late whenever he remembered to come back to the home that wasn't really a home anymore. Which meant having to drag his ass out of his unmade bed, and step over some laundry and tequila bottles and empty sushi containers on his way to the door to address that filthy, everloving ruckus that made him almost grateful the kid wasn't around anymore to hear.

    He threw the door open. The lighthouse porch consisted of a series of stone steps winding down along the cliffside, before looping around in a path that, once passing the garage, eventually led to the town proper.

    And at the foot of these steps, cutting between rock and gravel—you're shitting me?

    He stared at the naked man who'd been cursing up a storm. And he stared. And stared—but to his credit he made a point of limiting the staring to firmly above the waist boundaries. "You're fuckin high," Arthur retorted from the open doorway, brows raised but otherwise accepting of the hapless anomaly. He could think of no conceivable other explanation. Dude might've been somebody unlucky enough to get roped into Pandora mid-shower and/or skinny-dipping... but it didn't seem like it. Exhaling in exasperation, he fished for his pant pockets. "Now lemme guess: you need- what- a phone?"

     
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    August 1, Y108

    He had fought many battles. He had died. He had been restored to life. He had ripped the beating hearts out of his enemies, and the great hunter could not recall ever feeling a terror like this. It meshed with confusion in his mind, making things even more of a mess as he grasped at the squishy, pale body that was apparently his. His hands, with no claws and no scales, rose to his head with ease - not a task the beast had ever been able to do without some struggling - and there was...

    He had fucking FUR

    Gasping for air, he continued to scream in distress, then looked up sharply when a familiar scent came on the breeze, except it was stronger than the mighty predator could ever recall. He stared with wide eyes at the familiar-not-familiar figure who approached him. Who was bigger than him! He looked down at himself again, and screamed wordlessly for a few more seconds.

    Then he turned his not-as-fierce-as-it-should-have-been gaze back upward, and heaved a few frantic breaths. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know how... he didn't know. What was he supposed to do? What was the way? The mighty hunter did not know the way! "Fishy-man." The thoughts came out of his mouth, and the hunter paled, looking uncomfortable and disgusted at that pathetic, weak voice. It was small, and it was not very menacing. "Fishy-man, fix this. You fucking fix this!"
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    Letting his gaze flutter skyward in lack of amusement when the druggie kept on shrieking, Arthur proceeded to shake his head and checked the time on his phone, wondering if he should maybe call the cops. He wondered if he should safely escort the druggie to the cops after maybe tossing a towel over the guy, but of all the things that had a penchant of turning into his problem lately, this sure as fuck wasn't going to be one of them. Jesus Neptune Christ on a pogo stick, he wasn't awake enough for this.

    The first discernible words (that wasn't what the fuck or other variations) to filter through his ears was what returned the sharpness to his eyes.

    The familiarity, the name Fishy-man immediately triggered his recent recollections of a 350 foot tall lizard who could generate tidal waves just by sneezing—not that he'd ever had the privilege of beholding a kaiju sneeze, but not the point. The point was, was that was Godzilla's lingo was coming out of the form of a 5'10 very pale, very fleshy man whose tinny voice couldn't hold a candle to the booming projection of sound and vibration he knew.

    It should've been impossible. But nothing was impossible.

    In seconds, the annoyance-tinged exasperation had been wiped from his face. Arthur was, once again, fucking flabberghasted. "Holy fucking shit." The phone dropped back inside his pocket, useless in the occasion. Eyes wider than the time Karathen first revealed herself in the tomb, his hands and arms lifted from his sides before freezing in a wild gesture at the sight. "Holy fucking SHIT." It was worth repeating, okay?

    "What the fuck happened?!"

     
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    August 1, Y108

    At last, Fishy-man seemed to realize the gravity of the great predator's situation, and he gave a sharp cry of agreement. "Holy fucking shit!" He screamed back. Normally, he might have asked why anything had holes, but it didn't matter right now. Right now, he was small, and everything else was large, and he did not know what to do. He had no... this had not happened before. It was new.

    He shook his head hastily, and then overbalanced, landing hard on his rump, where there was no tail to ease the landing. It didn't hurt, but it was startling. "I was sleeping!" He cried plaintively, looking up at Fishy-man with wide, bewildered eyes. "I slept on the nice beach! Beside the nest-of-nests! I did nothing! I slept! I was asleep! Why! Fuck! Fucking fuck! How do you fix it? I-- what is that?!" He pointed down at his waist in despair. "The head fur itches!" He added frantically, touching it again.

    "Why is there face fur? Why? What the fuck?!" He pushed himself onto his feet, staggering awkwardly with his arms thrown out. "How. Do. You. BALANCE?!"
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    Suddenly Arthur bolted back inside the lighthouse, because it wasn't like he couldn't hear motherfucking naked human Godzilla's shouting anymore. And for once his mess of scattered laundry was a big help; he grabbed the first trenchcoat looking garment (because fuck figuring out pants right now) he could see straight off the arm of the living room sofa, and reappeared with it descending down the stone steps toward naked human Godzilla and pressed it to him.

    "Hey, hey hey hey, you gotta put this on first. Your arms go through the holes—look, there're kids around sometimes, and human kids, humans in general cannot see you without clothes, or else they will scream. And it'll be even more of a mess." Kind of like what Goji had been doing recently. Not fun. "Yeah?"

     
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    August 1, Y108

    Fishy-man ran away suddenly and the great hunter was left floundering, looking like a bedraggled mongrel at the foot of the monstrous nest that had never seemed very monstrous before. His head craned as he looked up at it, wondering how any one human could need so much space. They were so small. He was so small.

    He was feeling this stupid body all over when Fishy-man returned, expression tight and panicky, but no longer out of control. No matter what form he was forced to assume, he was dominant, and strong. He was unafraid, even if he was confused and uncertain.

    He looked up at Fishy-man, then at the... something in his grasp. Reaching out tentatively, the predator looked quietly puzzled by the dexterity of his own grip. Not to say he was unable to grapple and hold things in his true form, but this felt more delicate. Less crushing. It was very odd.

    He frowned as Fishy-man spoke, bristling automatically. "You do not give me orders. You are weak, and small, and I am... I am..." He hesitated, realizing that he was staring angrily up at Fishy-man. For a moment, the human beast seemed determined to keep on arguing anyway, but eventually his gaze skated away and he deflated unhappily, sticking his arms into the holes, as instructed.

    He didn't know how this was supposed to help. Did they only worry about the dangly bits?

    "I look stupid." He complained petulantly. "If you are mocking me, I will rip out your lungs and feed them to birds." It did not, of course, occur to the most powerful of all hunters that he was wearing the coat entirely backwards, leaving his back exposed to the air.

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    Arthur thought he was prepared for all kinds of shit nuggets after an alien invasion, a war over an ancient underwater kingdom, and however many months of Pandora absurdity. Once again, he was proven wrong. He wouldn't say it, probably because he didn't want to jinx it, but this right here must've been the Mt. Absurdity's peak. It had to be. A 150,000 plus giant lizard falls asleep on a beach and wakes up a dude. On his front porch.

    He tossed up his shoulders at the initial protest, the c'mon, man… palpable in his face. "Have you seen anybody else with their dicks flopping around?" There was relief, at first, when Godzillaman seemed to finally relent—until Arthur noticed his arms were poking through the wrong sleeves, and he could physically feel his last two brain cells withering away.

    His eyes fluttered closed for an exasperating moment as he held onto a projection of his mother's voice deep inside his thoughts: Patience.

    Patience. This was totally understandable. Proud, giant lizard wasn't used to the customs of man. Proud, giant lizard wasn't gonna be used to a fuckton of bullshit that was headed their way, and for some reason Arthur was gonna have to deal with it, because they were... friends? He'd figure it out later.

    "You got it backwards," he started calmly, clearing his throat. "It's supposed to go—the front is supposed to go on the back." Because he was already envisioning Zillaman wearing the goddamn thing upside-down. "...We'll figure it out inside. C'mon, get inside. You said you were asleep. Do you remember anything that happened before you were asleep?"

     
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    The most fantastic of all hunters scowled, then scowled even hard at the way his face crumpled weirdly around the expression. He raised his hands and gently touched his own cheeks. They were very soft. Not like they should have been. He felt like one sharp claw could punch right through to his beating heart.

    "What is dicks?" He scrutinized Fishy-man, trying to gauge if this was some sort of human insult, but it didn't feel like that. The wondrous predator only got the impression that the only human packmate he had was getting frustrated with him, and he felt a spike of uncertainty and trepidation, because the mighty hunter did not know how to stop being frustrating. He didn't understand how to do anything in this body, and he shifted his weight unhappily and gazed at Fishy-man sullenly.

    Backwards. He had the thing backwards.

    Shuffling it off his arms, the magnificent beast stared at it awkwardly, trying to figure out the right way to put it on, as Fishy-man had worded it. Backwards could mean many things, and eventually he looked back at the human with open uncertainty, clutching the garment in his fists. Then, he shuffled in the direction of the great nest, craning his head to look back at Fishy-Man as he waddled. "No. I swam. I called for others, but there was no answer. Then I laid down for sleep. And when I woke up..." He glanced down at himself, then froze at the foot of the steps that led to the nest.

    All at once, he shook his head vehemently. He didn't like them. He didn't like it. "No." He said stubbornly, curling his toes in the dirt. He didn't know how to do these things. He didn't want to fall. Falling always hurt. And besides... "There is no way into your nest, stupid. Look. There is no hole." He pointed, and sure enough, there was no hole. After all, what did a mighty kaiju know of doors?

    "I..." He tentatively lifted one foot, as if to put it on a step, but he felt so wildly unbalanced that he immediately panicked and bent his knees in a crouch. "No. That's impossible. You're fucking crazy."


     
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    What is dicks?

    ... Yeah, that didn't bode well for the future. And Arthur briefly looked like he wanted to die. "The male reproductive organ," he replied tonelessly, patiently. If nothing else the tonelessness was an indication of his patience.

    He'd walked in front of him, at first, until he realized Manzilla was experiencing severe difficulties putting one foot over the other, the stone staircase turning out to be the ultimate obstacle... and was naked again. Suppressing a deep and ragged sigh between his teeth, he hurried back to the guy's side. They could do this. They could overcome this.

    After a deep breath, there was less frustration in his face as he bent slightly so that he could level eye to eye to the entity who was once his childhood hero. Still his childhood hero, god damn it. "You," he started severely, with as much gravitas that could fit inside the beginnings of a pep talk, "are Godzilla. A kaiju. The kaiju. King of the Monsters. And because of that, I have the decency and respect not to toss you over my shoulder to make this quick." He paused there, his eyes sharp and intense as he attempted to discern whether Godmanzilla understood every word. He couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth and who the words were being directed to, but such was fucking life.

    "If you absolutely need to, you can grab onto my arm. But one way or another, you are going to walk up those steps, and we are gonna go through that door. Not because I'm telling you, but because you can. Because you are mighty." Was he still with him? Ah hell, might as well give it another go. Clearing his throat, he shifted to turn back to the steps of his porch, this time astride with Godzilla.

    And scaled that first landing.

     
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    For a moment, his mouth formed a small o of surprise, and then the great hunter nodded in understanding. He knew what dicks was, though he didn't realize that was what humans called it. Then again, humans clearly had very different bodily functions than kaiju, so he supposed it was fair if they used odd words for things. He debated asking what the word for mating was, in human terms, but the most noble predator decided against it. He didn't really care anyway.

    The steps were the real concern, and the beast hovered anxiously near them. He did not even like going up hills, because it took him too far from the ocean, and if he fell, he might roll, which was both painful and very humiliating. The prospect of hauling himself up and up and up into the air, to go into a human nest, which was sealed and had no sky...

    He didn't like it, and he gazed at Fishy-man sullenly. He bristled a bit at the suggestion that he would dare toss him over his fucking shoulder, but then the kaiju deflated a bit more and turned his gaze downward, because he was mighty, and proud, and glorious. He was king and dominant and alpha. He had no need for fear, and it was beneath him to feel something so weak.

    "I am strong. I am beautiful. I am magnificent. I am pretty. I am so pretty. I am proud. I am powerful. I am mighty. I am very smart. I am alpha." He muttered his mantra to himself as he anxiously latched onto Fishy-man's shoulder with a grip that was probably well and beyond what any normal human would find comfortable. In fact, it would probably have broken a normal human's bone.

    He kept his beautiful eyes screwed shut as he mounted the steps, clutching Fishy-man in not-terror as they went up. Up was not naturally. Up was for the moth, not for him. He was meant to stay on the solid ground, or in the ocean.

    Finally, he opened his eyes and gave a fantastic bellow of achievement. "WE HAVE CONQUERED THE STEPS!" He boomed, seizing Fishy-man in his mighty grasp and hoisting the wonderful beast skyward. Then, turning away, the mighty kaiju looked out upon the ocean.

    Which was very far away.

    And very far below.

    And he was very high up.

    Oh.

    Oh no.

    He didn't know what, exactly, was happening. Only that, in a split second, his legs seemed to become water and the great beast staggered onto his rump, staring in open terror out at the world far, far, far below him.


     
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    Whoa buddy, so judging by the bear trap of a grip on his shoulder, human Godzilla still retained some of kaiju Godzilla's strength. Arthur didn't know how worrying that was supposed to be, but they were gonna have to take it one step at a time. Literally. The porch wasn't that high up—there were like a dozen landing treads max. It probably didn't help that the porch overlooked the visually-but-not-in-actuality limitless bay beneath the cliff, but it wasn't like tripping on the steps was gonna lead to tripping over the cliff.

    So it was gonna be fine.

    He twitched with a start when Still Inhumanly Strong Goji lifted him up in the air like the 6'4 Simba to his 5'10 Rafiki. But that was okay. That was okay. It was a little less okay that the coat was on the ground again, which meant the man was buck fuckin naked again, but one step at a time. "That's more like it!" Arthur cheered encouragingly and with a broad grin, thrusting his hands in the air and—

    Suddenly they were toppling.

    He managed to catch himself on his hands in knees on the porch landing, his amber eyes flicking back to the cowering Dudezilla in bewilderment and then toward the (really, really nice, actually) view that seemed to put the fear of Actual God in 'im.

    "...you know you're like, naturally four hundred feet tall, right?" he reminded, sighing. Swiping the crumpled coat off the welcoming mat, he climbed back onto his feet and pushed the door to the lighthouse open. "C'mon, in you go."

     
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    Being large and being on top of something large were clearly two very different things, and the great hunter was struggling to come to terms with the latter. The largest thing he had ever stood upon had been... what? A cliff, once upon a very long time ago? And he had hated it. He had hated it so much that the mighty predator had stubbornly refused to ever go near it again. This was wrong. It was so wrong. He couldn't even see the waves.

    He scrabbled for something to hold onto, and when that failed, he simply breathed shakily and crouched against the steps. He glanced up at Fishy-man and scowled. "Yes. I am. I am not... this is not the same! This is not being fucking large! This is... this is fucking large. I am not fucking large right now!" He erupted, pointing with a shaking hand over the edge of the steps. He could feel his heart pounding, and now the fucker wanted him to go through the hole into the confined, horrible, awful nest!

    "Mmm-mmm. No. Fuck that. No. I don't like it. No. Nuh-uh. No. Fuck you." He stared at the tiny hole in the side of the giant human nest, eyes wide and terrified. He didn't know what to do. There would be no sky. It was not like his nest, which was a cave, but very, very big and safe. This was... it didn't seem so large now. It seemed small. "Fishy-man, what if it falls? Over?" He pointed at the ocean, and his hand was still trembling violently. "What if we fall? What if it drops on our heads?"


     
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    Not for the first time and certainly not for the last, Arthur wondered where, exactly, Godzilla learned the vernacular of fuck from if he hadn't already known what a dick was. All he knew what that he wasn't letting Dudezilla sleep buck naked on a fucking bench. The next obvious alternative, the shelter, would've made for a shitty joke at best.

    So whirling around he planted his feet firmly on the ground and stared firmly down at the man. But his words were calm. "It's. Fine." He took the first backwards step inside, and lo and behold, the ceiling didn't come crumbling down over his head. "...It's roomier in the inside," he added with a bit more lightness to his tone. Too much space. Built for a single unit family that no longer existed for him, because of course that playing house shit was never gonna last forever.

    "So get inside. I'm gonna boil some tea." Kind of like what his old man did for his fish out of water mom, in a similar... (not even fucking close) situation years and years ago. "And then I'm gonna make a call to the first Wizard-For-Hire that pops up to see if we can work something out. But you gotta work with me first. Okay?" Spreading out his arms, he took another backwards step, until there was plenty enough space for Goji to shuffle in through the entryway.

     
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    Roomier on the inside. The great hunter's head perked at that, and he craned his neck slightly to look past Fishy-man. He didn't seem to have a choice in this. If he did not go inside, then he would be abandoned out here all alone. With nowhere to go, and no concept of what to do.

    Inside was the only option, and so it was with extreme trepidation that the majestic predator crept forward, eyes screwed shut and face pale as he slowly, slowly made his way through the doorway and into the nest. Immediately, he noted that it felt warmer than out. Without scales to protect him from the elements, this was admittedly nice.

    He dropped onto the floor again, gradually opening one eye and looking around with uncertainty. Nothing seemed to be falling down around his head. It was... warm, and bright. He could see the ocean, even if it was from far away and very high, and mostly hidden behind a sheet of something, and...

    He closed his eyes tightly again as his stomach swooped unexpectedly, as if he'd eaten something spoiled and rotten. He retched once, but nothing came up besides the faint, foul taste of acid. Then, the mighty beast looked at Fishy-man desperately. "Okay. But..." He hesitated, flummoxed. Fishy-man was good and strong and a member of the pack, but the proud hunter did not want to openly admit so much weakness all at once.

    Yet, did he have a choice?

    "I do not know how to... work with you. I do not feel well. I think I'm fucking dying." He groaned, deliberately not looking towards the slight view of the ocean he could see between the hanks of hide covering the hole in the nest. Or whatever it was.


     
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    Arms still stretched out, Arthur stood there with his back slightly hunched over and anticipation lighting up his face like a parent encouraging their infant's first walk. He didn't like the way Goji's eyes were screwed together over something that should've been simple as walking into a building...but they were making progress here. The future looked bright.

    As the unlikely house guest folded over onto the floor, he made a few light-footed strides around him and shut the door closed. In case the open entrance gave him any ideas; though by this point he couldn't guarantee that Goji wouldn't just... Kool-Aid Man through one of his walls with some of that concerning retained strength.

    One step at a time.

    The coat was overkill for the indoors, so he figured he could expediently swing over to the powder room laundry basket to grab one of Mera's bathrobes instead: they were fluffy and green, and not too stale from the recent lack of wash. "Might be your body adjusting to your... body. I don't know. But you ain't dying. I'm still gonna need you to put something on," Arthur informed him, this time more gently as he knelt on the ground and proffered the robe. "C'mon, you'll feel better in this one. Opening goes in the front," he reminded, before rising back up to go and boil that kettle. This was not how he imagined his day would go.

    But in a sense, it was still kind of better than oversleeping and wallowing.

     
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    Suddenly there was no more outside, and the great hunter was vividly aware that the hole had been sealed behind them, leaving them trapped inside the nest. He looked up, then around. It felt small and cramped. He huddled more on the floor, breathing in heavily. It smelled wrong. It didn't smell like trees, even though it looked like trees. It didn't smell like nature at all. It stank.

    He didn't bother looking at Fishy-man when he came closer. He merely held out a... hand and took what was offered. Immediately, he sat upright with wide eyes, feeling the thing that had been given to him. He ran his stubby human-hands over it, then brought it up to his face and rubbed it against his cheek. It felt...

    "This. This is good." He decided, and a low, steady purr built in his chest. The sound was nothing that a human ought to have been able to produce, but it felt natural to the mighty predator. It was just... how he felt. It was how the softness made him feel. It was so good. "Soft, soft, soft..." He whispered, rubbing his face over the thingie again, purring even louder. This was a good thing. It was wonderful.

    It took some doing, but he finally understood how the human... stuff went on his body. He pulled his arms through the holes, and then marveled at how the warm-and-softness hung off his body just right. He grabbed the flappy parts and wrapped it snug around his torso, crooning happily. He laid on the floor again, smiling in rapture. "Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft."


     
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    A moment was all Arthur needed to recenter his thoughts, his arms braced against the kitchen bar as he breathed in and out and hung his head, to the tune of the kettle's whistling. He didn't know what the fuck he was doing, or if there was any wizard they could draft today to restore Goji back into full kaiju glory. Between Atlantean politics and this, he supposed that this was the preferred quagmire. Baby steps, he kept repeating to himself as he brewed the warm beverage with his weirdly natural stay-at-home-dad instinct. One step atta time…

    The handles of two steaming mugs clutched in his fist, he grabbed a bucket on his way out, in case the (lil) big guy really did need to puke. "Hey, buddy," he called from the direction of the kitchen, "if you still gotta throw up, I'm gonna have to ask you to aim inside this thing so it's easier..." With luck it wouldn't be acidic vomit that'd end up burning right through the floor. Please, god. He stopped before the living room, his eyes falling over the man just basking in Mera's robe. On the floor. "...for me the clean up."

    Setting the bucket down so he could use the freed hand to scratch the side of his head, he could feel his grin returning, tugging back up at the corners of his mouth. "FYI, it's even nicer on the sofa." Leaving one of the mugs on the coffee table he sat himself down on his armchair just so, and lounged his head head restively back.

     
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    That deep sick feeling didn't necessarily fade, but the introduction of something soft and unfamiliar had been enough to derail the mighty hunter's descent into illness. Enough so that he could open his eyes and observe Fishy-man as he moved around the nest, noting the ease and comfort with which he sauntered. It made him feel weak in comparison, and he sat up slowly, still wrapped tightly in the softness.

    "What is sofa?" He asked carefully. It couldn't be where Fishy-man was, because there was no room, but there seemed to be a million places in the nest that would be suitable for sitting like a human. The predator didn't know which was acceptable, so he stayed where he was on the floor. His nostrils flared as he caught the scent of the liquid Fishy-man had brought over, and he carefully scooted closer to it, snuffling warily. "This is... tea?" He wondered. "I drink this? It will make everything better?"


     
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    "See this thing that looks like a fatter version of the thing I'm sitting on? That's sofa," Arthur explained, stretching an arm over at his side to lay a patient hand on the armrest of the aforementioned sofa positioned at a right angle to the armchair. It was better, much better, when Goji was in a curious, willing-to-learn mode as opposed to the belligerent, foulmouthed shouty mode—

    He had at least a millennia of wisdom crammed in that head of his, so as long as they took it slow, as long as Arthur kept on reminding himself that (if he really was gonna be stuck that way) this had to be a marathon, not a sprint. "For some, it can help, yeah," he continued about the tea.

    Bringing the lip of his own mug near his mouth, he demonstrated how humans drank from a cup with care. His own limbs relaxing noticeably, he stretched his toes out and popped his feet restively on his edge of the coffee table. "Tea's hot, though. Not sure how your heat tolerance is, so keep that in mind."

     
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