Not strange at all. I can hardly describe what it was to be human any better.
[ He’s appreciative for the answer, and naturally, feels it’s one he should return. It’s only fair, but slightly more than that, he has a much stronger sense that they’re similar in more than a few ways. An answer to a question that was otherwise impossible to know was of great interest. ]
By comparison, I would describe your own as warm first, odd as that may be. You feel of… life itself, trite as that may be.
[ He pauses and looks at his own hand. It’s perfectly human in appearance, save for the naturally pitch black nails, but it simply doesn’t have the same feeling. This human appearance was always an approximation, even if it was more than convincing at this point. But still, how strange it was to feel the warmth underneath his own skin.
With no more ceremony than how he had created the book that sits by Matt, his hand simply is something else. A mote of shadowy black drifts away from his fingertips and dissipates into the air quickly, but it likely feels familiar now to Matt. That shadow simple is Sebastian, likely far more than his overall appearance. This dark, carapace-covered hand also is. It was the one in the memory that had reached out to grab that small hand. ]
…And then fragile. Not in any way meant to be an insult, mind you, but I suspect you understand it now. You simply are far more delicate than I. To even touch you with these claws, I imagine I would draw your blood. It was… enlightening, I believe.
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[ He’s appreciative for the answer, and naturally, feels it’s one he should return. It’s only fair, but slightly more than that, he has a much stronger sense that they’re similar in more than a few ways. An answer to a question that was otherwise impossible to know was of great interest. ]
By comparison, I would describe your own as warm first, odd as that may be. You feel of… life itself, trite as that may be.
[ He pauses and looks at his own hand. It’s perfectly human in appearance, save for the naturally pitch black nails, but it simply doesn’t have the same feeling. This human appearance was always an approximation, even if it was more than convincing at this point. But still, how strange it was to feel the warmth underneath his own skin.
With no more ceremony than how he had created the book that sits by Matt, his hand simply is something else. A mote of shadowy black drifts away from his fingertips and dissipates into the air quickly, but it likely feels familiar now to Matt. That shadow simple is Sebastian, likely far more than his overall appearance. This dark, carapace-covered hand also is. It was the one in the memory that had reached out to grab that small hand. ]
…And then fragile. Not in any way meant to be an insult, mind you, but I suspect you understand it now. You simply are far more delicate than I. To even touch you with these claws, I imagine I would draw your blood. It was… enlightening, I believe.