[NO, maybe there's a little bit by the back of his neck but that's it, it's just the claws and webbing et all. He shifts awkwardly as he strips down, setting his clothes to the side.]
Maybe. Who knows, this place might eventually get sick of me. Although speaking of this place, if you ever wanted to study camp effects . . . now's a good time.
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and it's sweet, even given the circumstances.]
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Mnghh.
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[waggles his toes which are all darker and claw-like and webbed, squinting.]
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... that's special.
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[strips everything else off carefully.]
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[slips in quickly.]
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. . . yeah, you know, it would be. I'm starting to not mind it that much, at least, which might not be such a good thing.
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