That. Was not what he was expecting to see. Ever. On any monster.
His own SOUL dims a little at the sight, and while he wants to pull away in gasp in horror, he does his best to contain it, instead attempting to quickly - and correctly - button the shirt back up. The expression on his face says it all though. Shock and sadness. What happened to this version of him to cause that? Is there any way to repair it? The glambot's hand hovers over his twin's SOUL container for a moment or two before he realizes what he's doing and moves it to grip his shoulder instead.
"There. That's somewhat better. Now, we need to fix your hair and clean off your boots." A pause. "Not here, of course. Somewhere more private."
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Date: 2017-03-14 03:09 am (UTC)His own SOUL dims a little at the sight, and while he wants to pull away in gasp in horror, he does his best to contain it, instead attempting to quickly - and correctly - button the shirt back up. The expression on his face says it all though. Shock and sadness. What happened to this version of him to cause that? Is there any way to repair it? The glambot's hand hovers over his twin's SOUL container for a moment or two before he realizes what he's doing and moves it to grip his shoulder instead.
"There. That's somewhat better. Now, we need to fix your hair and clean off your boots." A pause. "Not here, of course. Somewhere more private."
"If you'll allow it, that is."