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Hunger Pains [ Action + Voice ]
Aug. 16th, 2014 08:35 pm[ There is a sudden and alarming amount of flailing going on as one sandy-furred tribble suddenly turns into one sand-haired (and very naked) Captain James Tiberius Kirk. He flails for a moment, brain working out the fact that he was no longer a ball and now had four limbs and tubular body. In fact, it was taking its time figuring out the fact it now had a lot of things tribbles did not have.
He sat on the floor, bleary for a minute, letting himself get used to the idea of being more than a few inches off the ground. Getting to his feet is another matter for his brain to work out, involving a lot of wobbling, but he eventually gets it. And he's happy about that. Having vague memories of being a living hairball aren't as pleasant or exciting as one might think, though thankfully no one had outright abused his poor little furball self. Most had been nice. He distinctly remembered a lot of petting. And eating.
Speaking of eating.... he was hungry. Like, really hungry.
Still naked, he located his little journal and flipped it open, also suddenly aware that he had been gone... awhile. Yeah, awhile. ]
So, who wants to treat me to a welcome back steak dinner? With a fully loaded bake potato on the side?
[ He'll worry about the need for clothing later. Sorry anyone else in the house. ]
He sat on the floor, bleary for a minute, letting himself get used to the idea of being more than a few inches off the ground. Getting to his feet is another matter for his brain to work out, involving a lot of wobbling, but he eventually gets it. And he's happy about that. Having vague memories of being a living hairball aren't as pleasant or exciting as one might think, though thankfully no one had outright abused his poor little furball self. Most had been nice. He distinctly remembered a lot of petting. And eating.
Speaking of eating.... he was hungry. Like, really hungry.
Still naked, he located his little journal and flipped it open, also suddenly aware that he had been gone... awhile. Yeah, awhile. ]
So, who wants to treat me to a welcome back steak dinner? With a fully loaded bake potato on the side?
[ He'll worry about the need for clothing later. Sorry anyone else in the house. ]
