The Good Ship (Flighter and Oit)

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Fightflight

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He didn't know how he lost track of time, how he ignored all the signs, the warning his own body gave to him -- but what Todd Huntings did know was that it was far too late to do anything. The sun was down, and the moon - the full moon - its haunting glow now touching him and activating that blasted curse of his, was about to kill everyone.


It had just been a simple interrogation. Walter stood by him, wearing his "Death's Shadow" get up, and he, The Bloody Bull, had just finished beating a Life City guard within an inch of his pathetic existence.


"Where are you holding the Water City scientist?" Walter's hissing voice lashed at the man's ears like a whip, "Tell us or it'll be more than a few teeth and toes you'll be losing!"


The man was about to answer, too, but that's when Todd started screaming. Shifting. The experience was always painful, and never a thing that he'd get used to. He felt nothing, nothing but the pain, the pain, and then, suddenly, his memories blurred. He remembered more screaming. Biting into Walter's throat, tasting his blood -- Walt! He had to stop, he had to stop --


No no no no no!


More blurring.


A necromancer. He had broken down the doors of their hideout. Chanting. He was chanting something. And then there was a flash. Bright light. What was this? What did the necromancer do?


And then Todd, in wolf-form, landed in a palace. Furious and confused, he began to rip apart the startled guards and servants, teeth and claws slashing apart flesh like wet paper, the crimson red blood spraying everywhere, the metallic smell flooding the air. 
Oitetment
 
"Madam...! Madam!!" Rush footsteps approached, made quite audible through the open vastness of the palace. The maid was in a hurry, for no other situation would have needed such attention. The guards hadn't stood a chance. But she would have.


"Madam Chrysaorus!" The maid barged in to the throne room. She would have had the lady acknowledge her presence from behind the door first but, again, there were more important matters. "Something happened in the front lobby. A huge, claw-bearing, hideous beast appeared out of nowhere and started assaulting the royal guards! You must stop it. You're the only one who--"


"Speak no more, maid." Chrysaorus, who opened her two differently-colored eyes upon listening to the maid's plea. There was no avoiding it. But how it got there unknowingly... Intrigued her. She placed down her crossed legs, stood up, and bolted out of the room as fast as her pale, skinny legs could take her. The maid turned around both in worry for both herself and Chrysaorus, the queen.


Chrysaorus could hear the commotion even if she was a few ways from the lobby. She arrived by the stairs to see many of he servants fleeing in fear, fear that they might die within their own place of residence. Believe it or not, she knew how that felt. Best course of action for them.


She turned to the culprit, smiling at it politely. As her maid had pointed out, it was a beast. One she had never seen before. Similar to a prunedog, only significantly larger with a muscular and slightly humane build, with claws and teeth she wouldn't like to approach. Strength and viciousness? She needed to get it to stop moving.


"I know beasts do not speak in Rouphorian tongue of the Escherisan dialect, but for disturbing the peace, by Kolliah's name I will capture you." Chrysaorus, still keeping a smile on her face, pointed a finger at it. "All living of wounded servants retreat to the throne room. I will take care of this!" A golden light began to emminate from the finger that she pointed at the beast. She thought out what she would form. A bonding agent, perhaps? The substance took form into a slime-like form that would be sticky enough to hold a ligament to the wall. She gave the substance a command, 'home in on the target's leg', then watched as it flew across the room heading for the beast.


((aka Oitetment's Engrish))
 
((lol))


He watched the woman as she descended the stairs, drool leaking, pushing passed his bared teeth and onto the floor. New meat. Prey. He wanted to sink his teeth into her pale flesh. It was probably soft. Most likely soft. Easy to tear off the bone. He wanted to crush her skull between his two powerful jaws, scratch out her insides, eat her. Any form of humanity within him was now gone for the night, and any resistance he may have had earlier was now no more. No resistance. Only the hunt, the glory of killing and destroying everything around him.


But what was this? The woman spoke, her uttering seeming almost like gibberish on his canine ears. He would have charged at her, her mere presence driving him insane, but a sort of goop flew at his leg and stuck it to the floor. Furious and angry, Todd howled, roared, made a whole lot of commotion from this new event. He clawed at the sticky substance, but only managed to get his hand stuck, leaving the werewolf in a very awkward position.


Unable to free himself, Todd whimpered pathetically. A werewolf's instinct was to keep moving, to keep destroying everything around them, but with this inability to go anywhere, Todd felt almost --


What was the word?


Oh yeah.


Lost.


Todd continued his whimpering and whining, all the while still trying to pull himself free. He shot the woman who dared capture him a vicious glare, accompanied by a bubbling snarl (which launched more drool in her direction. Then he bared his teeth and growled at her, warning her not to step any closer, or he'll bite that little body of hers in half.
 
Chrysaorus gave off a little reassured sigh. She had got it right where she wanted it, how she wanted it. Probably better, since it trapped it's own hand as well trying to get the goo off. She began moving closer to it so that she might examine it, but she found that it had much more fight than she thought. She stopped a little behind its biting range right as it started snarling at her.


"I'd think you made this easy by trapping your own arm, but you're being so hostile in a hopeless situation..." Chrysaorus made a little gesture with her hand. Strings of light circled around its neck and other free hand, until they formed tight shackles. Chains were thrust out of the shackles, falling down onto the ground away from the creature. Finally, a solid light platform rose out of the ground from under the werewolf and floated above the ground, making it easy to move it without getting near it. She turned to the remaining guards who watched from above the stairs behind her. "I will need two brave men, who will keep the beast restrained against these two chains."


Two men pushed out of the crowd voluntarily and arrived as ordered. They each took one of the chains, and as Chrysaorus led the platform forward they advanced with the chains in their hands. She led it away from the lobby and promptly into one of the underground rooms, one which she had saved for several other uses. When they entered, she had the platform set down in the middle of the room and the chains tied to placeholders in the room.


"Gather the nurses around the scene, and have them treat whoever is wounded. Have some of the guards deliver who is dead or close to death to the judgement room. I will take care of everything else." Chrysaorus told the two guards. They nodded and headed out of the room to do just that, leaving Chrysaorus alone with the werewolf in the room.
 
It was when Todd was scooped up under the floating platform that he became the most uncomfortable. He whimpered more, and fought at the sticky substance, but nothing worked. No matter how strong he was, he could not break free, no, he could never break free from this awful goop. Werewolves hated being confined, and they hated being underground, and soon, Todd was both.


He felt the chains tie themselves around his neck and only free arm, holding his head back, his tensed up hand back. He snorted and snarled, even now still struggling, that wolfish beast a restless thing, a being of the night. Drool continued to leak, as it has been, dripping off the corners of his upturned mouth and onto his stomach.


But then there was no more moon to effect him. It didn't matter if he could feel the light of it or not. Once it was gone, the curse calmed itself down, lying in wait for the next time. Todd let out another sudden roar, but it had become intertwined with his human voice -- The cry of a man in great pain. Slowly, with pops and snaps, the sounds of crunching as his bones and muscles forcefully shrank in size, Todd was returned to his human form, and the chains became loose on him. All that fur retreated back into his body, making him twitch uncomfortably.


The transformation had left him completely naked, other than the remaining bits of pants that were still clinging to the upper half of his legs and his pelvis.


It was a miracle that the man was still awake after what he had gone through. Todd, however, was left devoid of any true consciousness. He just stared at the woman in front of him blankly, his blue eyes currently completely empty. Glazed over. Distant. The world was still a blur for him, but this time it was because Todd might just pass out at any moment.
 
Chrysaorus could feel it retreating, the moon. She hadn't stored much of it's power, but she had rested in its light for a little bit in her throne room with open windows. The rest of the time she spent in her studies, looking over newly-required information on the other, slightly smaller and less dominant kingdoms. But she needn't worry, since energy could still be acquired from sunlight, even if it weren't so abundant.


As a result, her magic had weakened. But she was sure it would still hold the beast in shackles... But what was happening? She suddenly became more attentive when she heard it's last wail. She watched through as it, slowly, shrunk down into someone... Someone human. She gasped. She was pretty sure it was a human. But before, it was a humungous dog! He stared at her with blank eyes. It looked like he was going to fall over.


All of the objects Chrysaorus created (the goo, the shackles, and the chains as well as the platform) disappeared. Chrysaorus ran forward to catch the man before he fell to the floor. Thoughts raced in her mind. It could be a trick. But he wasn't moving. She could watch him until he woke up, then ask him about everything. What if he didn't speak Rouphorian? She'd have to communicate with the help of a witch's spell. For now, however, she was going to have him rest somewhere where no one else would see him. It would cause confusion for him to get out.


Chrysaorus dragged the body over to the open corner of the room, placing him gently down onto the concrete floor. She picked up one of the thick sheets that lay ontop of the candles on the other side of the room and unraveled it onto the body on the floor. She then grabbed herself a chair, a little bit away from him, and sat on it.


She watched him for a few hours. Gradually she too became drowsy. She needed to be awake, but like humans sleep was also necessary. She leaned over on her chair and fell asleep, with many other things on her mind.
 
Many more hours later, Todd finally awoke with a small groan. Instantly, the small, less blurred memories from last night flooded his mind, and he bolted upright, a look of horror on his face.


"Walt!" He cried out his friend's name, "Oh guhh -- Oh god -- I k-killed -- !!" He killed Walter. He tore out his throat. Nobody could survive that. All of his friends were gone now. He was all alone again. Todd quickly got up, but he stood up too fast and had to cling to a wall to avoid falling down. He killed Walt. Todd felt sick. He could still taste his blood, his fleshy lungs --


Oh god, no no no no no no...


And then Todd finally grew aware of his surroundings. He realized he was in a dungeon-like area, and he was currently practically naked in front of this woman who was there. Letting out a startled yelp, the despairing young man took the blankets he was given and covered himself from the waist down. Why was this woman here? Where was he?? Was he even still in Concordia? The air of this place seemed different. It smelled different, too. But if he wasn't in Concordia, where could he possibly be? There was no other option.


"Wh-where am I?" Todd asked his voice shaking. His heart yearned for him to just curl up and grieve over Walter's death, but his mind told him he had to remain stoic in the face of a potential new threat. These two actions collided, and so instead of a stoic warrior, not to be trifled with, Todd looked more like a sniveling mess.
 
"Uhnn... Hmm...?" Chrysaorus lightly lifted her head off of the backrest of her chair. She pushed herself off of it, stretched her arms out, and rubbed the stuff out of her eyes. Something woke her up, some noise within the room.


Oh right, the man from before. She moved her sleeves away from her face. The man, who held the wall with the blankets sh put on him wrapped around his waist, looked at her for answers. Asked her where he was. Ironic, she was going to ask him where he came from. And in her language! Wonderful.


"You're within one of the lower rooms of the royal castle of Escherisa. Also, calm down. I will not hurt you unless you hurt me." Chrysaorus slipped out of her chair, still trying to shirk off her morning drowsiness. "How you arrived? You arrived, in a doggish form I guess, in my lobby. You killed a few of my guards and servants before the matter was brought to me and I had to, ahem, capture you. Before I was able to observe you fully, in that form, you reverted... Into what you are now. Practically asleep... And so, here you are now."


"...But before you do anything else, may I ask you a few... Questions?"
 
Todd listened to her, shaking. He had never heard of Escherisa. He remembered a bright light from the other night. That necromancer did something to him. Did it send him to some sort of faraway land? God -- God! He couldn't even think straight! He just murdered his best friend and some guards and servants (apparently), and now --


Questions?? He was expected to answer questions now??


He wanted to get angry at this woman. He wanted to yell at her, to make her feel the pain he now felt inside. To throw her against a wall, tell her that it's not okay -- None of this is okay! But he knew he couldn't He had to resist such an urge, or else how different would he be from his wolf self? His wolf self was a mindless monster. It killed Walter. It tore apart people he didn't even know.


Todd let out a drawn out sigh.


"Fire away. S'not like I can go anywhere right now."
 
Chrysaorus smiled an unreadable smile, similar to the one from before. "You prepared? You might want to take all of this down in memory. I am going to ask you a lot of questions."


Chrysaorus wandered around the room, humming a little tune as she went by on bare feet. She needed to compile everything she knew, and everything she supposed happened. Then, anything else that would arise from what information she gathered.


"Firstly, you're aware of that doggish form? Tell me about it. Where did you come from? You're certainly not from here as I cannot recall your face. Are you aware of how you came here? And then your situation. You're not in good shape. Tell me about your situation."


Chrysaorus looked over her stock of candles as she waited for her answers.
 
Todd assumed that a lot of questions mean "one at a time", but no, this woman seemed perfectly content with shooting questions at him left and right. Todd attempted to answer at the best of his ability.


"Okay -- Okay, okay, uh..."


Don't think of Walt. Pull it together.


"okay, uh, that thing I was happened because I'm a werewolf -- Do you have those here? Well I guess not. I turn into that thing every full moon, and it sucks and I hate it." He huffed a bit before continuing, "When I turn into my werewolf form, I have no control over myself. One of the few things I remember from being a werewolf last night is killing my best friend. I am not happy and this is --" He was tearing up. Stop. Stay strong, "This is really not cool, okay? God damnit, everyone I care about always dies! And this is the third time now that I was the one who killed them!" His throat was tightening again. Change the topic. Change the goddamned topic.


"I came from Concordia." He started answering her other questions, trying to calm down. Trying to save face, "I don't entirely know how I got here, but a-a necromancer - A wizard-y guy - He made a bright white light appear. I can't remember much after that. To answer your last question, I-I'm fine, just really tired and really upset because I just murdered my best friend."


He snarled out that last part through his teeth, muscles tensing up as he held onto that wall next to him. This was not a great thing to wake up to. No, not at all.
 
"Oh? Is that so?" So she suspected correctly. He wasn't from here, but some separate world apart from this. Concordia? She hadn't heard of it. And how he got there was, apparently, because of some other Mage who sent him there. Her next question would have been to ask him why he was sent here but she was sure he wouldn't know because he had specified that in his so called 'werewolf' form he has no control. Poor guy.


She got all of her answers, she guess she asked the right questions. For now, she just needed to calm down her villagers and reassure them that safety was still not an issue. But she couldn't say anything about the man being a werewolf or what it was, that would only make things worse. If anyone asks then she would just say it was taken care of. It was.


"So, before I get you into some clothing, what is your name?"
 
"Is that so?" Was all she had said. Right. Todd found it a lot harder to unleash all of his emotions onto this woman. He had to behave. He had to stay calm. Calm enough, at least. He didn't know what this woman was capable of. She let herself alone in a room with a werewolf. She was probably strong and very confident.


Of course, this means he'll have to play her game. Appease her with answers until he can find some way to get back to Concordia. Or kill himself for the atrocities he had committed. Todd was thinking that the latter would be far easier to pull off, and far more welcome. What reason did Todd truly have to live? Everyone he ever cared about was dead, Concordia was now officially screwed, and Todd was still liable to kill again, considering what he was.


Todd realized he was being asked his name and he shook himself out of his thoughts.


"My name -- It's Todd. Todd Huntings." He answered quietly. Then he realized something, "Wait, so you're not going to lock me up or throw me out or kill me? Didn't I murder a bunch of people here?"
 
"Todd...? Alright then, Todd. I am Chrysaorus. " Chrysaorus giggled. "Let's put it this way; It wasn't completely your fault that they died.. It was the 'werewolf', correct? I am a fair woman and I will persecute as such, and when the moon rises I'll see to it that you will not disturb anyone or anything else within my kingdom." Oh right, she forgot to mention she was a queen. Silly her. "... But, I could send you to a dungeon filled with monsters, such as drop bears and night mammoths... That would easily kill you within two seconds of seeing you. I really hope you don't intend to die."


Chrysaorus went over to Todd, forcefully took the sheets out of his hands, and tossed it back over to where the candles were. She cared not if he was nearly naked. Brushing her hair behind her shoulder flippantly, Chrysaorus reached for the door and opened it up on its old metal hinges. "If you would follow me, I'll get one of my maids to properly dress you..."
 
Todd was a bit off-put by her giggling. It's like she didn't even realize she was talking to a monster. Then she mentioned her kingdom. Her kingdom? This was her kingdom? She was a queen? Todd straightened up a bit, realizing that he couldn't seem so disrespectful to a queen.


She mentioned throwing him to a monster-filled dungeon. To die in that way seemed incredibly painful, unbelievably horrifying, but Todd was alright with dying in any way, even if it was to these "drop bears" and "night mammoths". As he thought of such creatures and what they could possibly be like, the sheets he had around him were forcibly taken from him, making him yelp in surprise. And now he had to follow her? While he looked like this?


Todd rubbed his neck uncomfortably, his face getting hot from embarrassment, then he nodded a little.


"O-Okay. Alright." He murmured, "Alright, I'll follow you."
 
"Good! This way, Todd." Chrysaorus moved out of the doorway and waited for Todd to exit. She closed the door behind him before continuing on to the surface inside the castle.


Along the way it felt more and more like a tour than anything. "There I put some of my inherited treasures, and gifts from other kingdoms in the alliance. " She would say as she passed by a multitude of jewelry set on the wall, "And there is the kitchen, and the dining hall is right over there to the left..." She stopped finally when she reached a certain room down the hall. "Here we are."


Chrysaorus knocked on the door, twice, then with a little whistle through her mouth. The door opened instantly and out came a little girl-- about half of Todd's height-- with long, curly pink hair and a puffy dress that seemed to fit her perfectly. "Chry! Oh come on in, actually I don't have to say anything just do whatever! What do you need Madame?~" The girl curtsied in her place.


"Drianne, I need you to find some clothes for Todd here. It shouldn't be too much of a problem, right?"


"Right! If I can't find anything I'll just make something 'real quick. You can count on me! Now now, let's get you some clothes, Todd!" Drianne reached for Todd's hand and pulled him inside rather quickly. Chrysaorus shut the door and wandered elsewhere, probably to take care of the fallen.


The room was spacious, but filled with clothing. Of all shapes, sizes, and styles. Even ones that didn't look too medieval. They weren't too organized, but Drianne knew the room inside and out. She would get this Todd character dressed. "Just let me grab my string, and we'll get started soon..." 
((Here Drianne is!; Click hereee))
 
((lol tiny girl))


Todd was pulled into the room faster than he could voice any objections, and was left to gawk at the place. Christ, this was all a lot of clothes, eh? And this Drianne person could make more? As interesting as it was, Todd felt extremely uncomfortable now that that Chrysaorus person was gone. He didn't know what to expect from Drianne, or anyone in this world. Would this person question where he came from, too? If so, what could he possibly tell her? He'd rather lie to avoid anyone figuring out that he was the werewolf. He hoped Chrysaorus, or "Chry" as the little girl had called her, didn't go about telling everyone what he was. Surely others would not be so forgiving for what he's done.


"Uh, can I ask a quick question?" Todd asked quietly, "Could you tell me how often the full moon comes? N-not that I'm an idiot or anything, I just, u-uh..."


Wow, smooth. Way to be not suspicious at all.


"Wow I hit my head pretty hard earlier! Maybe I have brain damage!" He said loudly, his voice strained to get out the words, "Gosh you know, I could really use some help figuring stuff out again. Like the moon cycle. What's that all about! Hah! Hahahah!"


Okay, now that was just creepy. Todd forced a grin at Drianne. Clothes, right? Clothes.
 
Drianne scavenged through her heaps of clothing. Being pretty small was a bit of a disadvantage for this kind of thing but she could manage. She pulled out a long twirled rope, that had marks spread out evenly on it. She would measure Todd's body using it. "I found the rope!-- Oh? What?"


He asked her when the moon came out, but in a rather sketchy way. She blinked and gave him a confused but friendly look. "The full moon was yesterday, right? It happens each floo or lunar month... Which is basically three weeks." Drianne's expression changed from one of confusion to one of concern as he mentioned having brain damage. "Awww, are you okay? What happened? Do you remember?" Drianne frowned, walking up to Todd with the string as she took a measure of his arms. "Zorcht... Ah, you have big muscles. This is going to be fun."
 
What a hole he dug himself into! Now he had to lie further about his supposed "brain damage". But three weeks? So it wasn't as bad as Concordia -- The once-a-week cycle was driving him nuts before, but to hear that he had a longer break between transformations was relieving.


"Buh -- Uh. Y-yeah -- No! Nope, don't remember, no. I don't remember a thing! I-I, um..." Change the subject. Change the freaking subject. Now.


"Yeah, I work out a lot. I do a lot of, uh, running around on roofs and things, and fighting. And other stuff." Todd glanced away from the girl. He may as well allow her to do as she pleased. This could take thirty minutes, or a few hours depending on what she planned to do for him. It's been a while since he had to hold a friendly conversation with someone he didn't know, however. This was something far more fit for the old him -- Back when he was far more innocent. The apocalypse ripped all social skills from him, his traumatization at the hands of zombies and sheer bad luck forced him into a completely different person. One could call it another personality, but the truth was that he was stuck like this. There was no way of getting that old him back.
 
More sketchiness. She, being quite the oblivious person, couldn't see through him lying. She only saw it as more head problems. She pat his arm. "It's alright. I hope you remember soon!"


She got off the balls of her feet and began scaling the rest of his body with the string. When she was done, she rolled the string back into a wheel and placed it on a coat rack located at the front of the room. "This won't take five minutes! You're going to look so cool." She ran across the room and onto her desk, slipping into the chair and knocking the clothes on it onto the floor. She took up several leathers and cloths and, with several cuts with a pair of scissors and sowing and occasionally glue, she had the whole outfit done in about four minutes. An unnatural trait for the humans on Escherisa.


"I have it done! Do you like it? It's a long coat that comes with shoes and pants, as well as some boots... If you're lucky you can get Chry to reinforce it for you and maybe make it fireproof or something, for when you go fighting... Salamanders breathe fire, y'know? When you go out to fight, you need to look casual!" Drianne took the clothes up in her arms, even if it were too heavy for her. She placed them in Todd's hands and pointed at the changing room near the end of the room. "Change in there. I'll wait, and see how it looks."


((What's common on earth isn't common on Escherisa!


Also, I couldn't think of anything else so yeah **throws overused design at him))
 
((lol it's okay))


Todd's surprised stare flickered between the little girl and the outfit she somehow produced in, quite literally, less than five minutes. How on earth could someone so young be so skilled in something like that?


"Uh, thanks." Todd told Drianne, then took the outfit and ran off to the changing room. It felt odd getting into such clothes, the leather and cloth hitting his skin where his inner wolf would loudly object. Truthfully, though he acted embarrassed, Todd had the strongest urge to not wear any clothes at all. It was simply in his nature as a werewolf. Still, he kept this urge at bay and put the clothes on. While he inwardly screamed, that human part of him was relieved to be in clothes again.


Todd stepped out of the changing area and smiled a bit. A small distraction from the horrors of last night.
 
Drianne waited by her table as she waited for Todd to come out with the clothes on.


When he came out, smiling, she brightened up and clapped. "Yay! I knew it would fit!" She shouted in glee. "Chry would just love to see this." Drianne stood up from her chair and huddled up against Todd, poking at him and making sure she got the dimensions right. She was obsessed with this kind of thing. "So fun, I want to make another! Maybe a suit, can I do a suit?!"


((It's getting to the point where my posts get smallerrrrr))
 
Todd couldn't help but laugh a little when he saw how excited Drianne became. He always liked children, and back in Philadelphia, he gladly babysat for his neighbors whenever any of them wanted to go out. She mentioned that Chrysaorus would like to see him in that coat, which made Todd wonder if someone like her would truly care if he was in nicer clothes. Then Drianne suddenly wanted to make him a suit, and Todd quickly remembered that this was definitely no ordinary child. Todd shrugged.


"Well, uh, if you have materials to spare, I guess. If you like that sort of thing." He told her, leaning against the nearest wall that wasn't covered in clothes, "When's your queen coming back, eh?"
 
"I always have materials to spare. And if I don't, I can always get some more!" Drianne wandered away from Todd and spun happily around the room. She would have spent the day making clothes for this guy who had an awfully nice build, but then she remembered what Chrysaorus had told her to do as Todd asked her about when she was coming back.


"Umm, I don't know. She's probably in the judgement room trying to consult Kolliah. Do you remember what that is? It's um, it's our god! And she's going to ask about the lives of her servants and guards to determine if they'll live or not. I don't think it takes that long." Drianne stopped spinning to look at him. Footsteps drew close to the room. "That's her!"


Chrysaorus entered a little bit disoriented, but she was still able to walk normally. She grabbed on the door opening and leaned in on it, "So, how was it?" She asked. She saw Drianne but not Todd. Drianne knew this and so she pointed at Todd at the side of the room. Chrysaorus turned. "...Oh. How nice. Better than leaving yourself exposed, I'd say."
 
Chrysaorus entered, told him that his outfit was "better than being exposed", and Todd couldn't help but laugh a bit at this. That's twice now that he's laughed today. He should stop that -- There was too much sorrow and anger built up in him to laugh. He wasn't allowed to be happy, not after what he's done. Yet even then, even with those thoughts, Todd kept that small smile. Not exactly the wide grin he used to wear long before, but any form of smile on him was like a miracle.


"Better than nothing, eh? What's that supposed to mean -- This is too dorky, or what? I wouldn't know." He gave her a shrug, his smile widening a bit. He walked over to her and noticed that she was a bit off. A natural sort of concern couldn't help but show on his face. More remnants from his past self. An all-around nice guy -- A reason why he was so popular.


"Hey, are you alright?" He couldn't help but ask. It was probably a stupid question, but seeing as he now had "brain damage", he supposed he was allowed to ask stupid questions.
 
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