[ There's only a short opportunity to register surprise before he finds Vash leading him along the route, and of course, now that they're fully gussied up and Vash is beaming at him with a heart-melting smile as warm as the sun, he's not going to resist. His body slithers along, tentacles writhing, one set of arms staying awkwardly rigid within the egg's strict confines.
His head seems to be looking past Vash and along their path, but all of the many clustered eyes on his body stay zeroed in on him as he flits close by. He may not know that Vash isn't human, but he does know he's distinct, at least: he has a curious gusto to him, an energetic drive of the sort that suggests a compelling need beneath the surface. There's a lot of life in there, a lot going on.
It's hard to read much more than that when the rest of his body is merely galloping bacon. But maybe that's a bit of a story in itself. ]
Ah... yes! Just about an hour ago. [ He taps a claw against his faceplate. A seam tugs somewhere, so he lowers it in a hurry. ] The cages are a pretty poor security system, but I suppose the point is more about the impression they give than any practical use. I'm fond of an illustrative metaphor, personally. It's something like a primer on what to expect going forward.
[ He is a bit worried about the whole bit where he's leaving the Abattoir unsupervised, though. Hopefully not for too long! ]
You seem rather well adapted to all of this. Have you been here terribly long, yourself?
we're just normal men.... just innocent men
[ There's only a short opportunity to register surprise before he finds Vash leading him along the route, and of course, now that they're fully gussied up and Vash is beaming at him with a heart-melting smile as warm as the sun, he's not going to resist. His body slithers along, tentacles writhing, one set of arms staying awkwardly rigid within the egg's strict confines.
His head seems to be looking past Vash and along their path, but all of the many clustered eyes on his body stay zeroed in on him as he flits close by. He may not know that Vash isn't human, but he does know he's distinct, at least: he has a curious gusto to him, an energetic drive of the sort that suggests a compelling need beneath the surface. There's a lot of life in there, a lot going on.
It's hard to read much more than that when the rest of his body is merely galloping bacon. But maybe that's a bit of a story in itself. ]
Ah... yes! Just about an hour ago. [ He taps a claw against his faceplate. A seam tugs somewhere, so he lowers it in a hurry. ] The cages are a pretty poor security system, but I suppose the point is more about the impression they give than any practical use. I'm fond of an illustrative metaphor, personally. It's something like a primer on what to expect going forward.
[ He is a bit worried about the whole bit where he's leaving the Abattoir unsupervised, though. Hopefully not for too long! ]
You seem rather well adapted to all of this. Have you been here terribly long, yourself?