A Snake, A Woman & Rum Walk Into A Hotel Room... Who: Erin and Jasmine When: Lunchtime, 12pm Where: Erin's sweet pad room
Very, very carefully, Erin let go of the small dresser near his bed, wobbling a little as he attempted to remained balanced, focused, his dark eyes staring downward at the ground. It was like learning to walk all over again, literally, and as he sighed and started to relax, Erin looked over the strange expanse of his legs, having almost been certain until now that he would never get to see them again. They were a little hairy, but they were definitely human, and that was good enough for the time being. It was funny, thinking of it like that, considering Erin couldn't really remember a time when he'd had legs. It just seemed like the natural direction to take, though, finding out if he'd ever had legs to begin with... before all of this. His hours of practice had paid off though, and since he'd started trying he'd managed to build up the amount of time he could remain like this.
"So thaaat's what my dick looks like," he joked, the tone very sarcastic. Erin wondered whether or not he should bother putting on pants, or if he'd just tear them when he couldn't focus on his control anymore. Was it worth it to have a sense of decency, just in case someone happened to come by? It was nearing midday, which meant that hopefully Jasmine (rather than Terry) would be by with his rations. He'd been keeping the meat down much better than the other various things he'd tried, but still... his stomach didn't seem to want to take in very much each time.
Rather than risking a pair of pants (of which he only had one pair to his name), Erin licked his lips, held his arms out for balance and headed to the bathroom to find his towel. That would have to do for now, as sort of a make-shift skirt. "Nothing but high fashion for me," he mumbled, laughing a little as he wrapped the soft material around his waist. At least he wasn't completely naked, now, right?