With a few confused tugs, he finally figures out just what this is around him. Grabbing at his 'sleeve', he hurriedly draws it up to find-
off-white circuits shining back.
Some of the tension lifts from him. He's still the same as he was when he had left. This red stuff is just over-layered over his black gridsuit. He hasn't been rectified again.
His arm falls down, But Faux now realises he's humiliated himself in front of Thanatos, and perhaps even freely gave away a perceived weakness to boot.
Great. Not what he had in mind when he awoke this cycle. He takes a breath to settling his code.
"I.... seem to have a different definition of what clothing involves."
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With a few confused tugs, he finally figures out just what this is around him. Grabbing at his 'sleeve', he hurriedly draws it up to find-
off-white circuits shining back.
Some of the tension lifts from him. He's still the same as he was when he had left. This red stuff is just over-layered over his black gridsuit. He hasn't been rectified again.
His arm falls down, But Faux now realises he's humiliated himself in front of Thanatos, and perhaps even freely gave away a perceived weakness to boot.
Great. Not what he had in mind when he awoke this cycle. He takes a breath to settling his code.
"I.... seem to have a different definition of what clothing involves."