Amos watches as Demeisen lifts himself up out of the ground, and yeah, the self-sufficient practicality is good. His eyes follow him as he lifts himself up — so far so good — ah, yup, Amos had first arrived here naked, too — oh what's past his dick actually invites so many more questions—
He can't help but stare. Not just at the obvious spot but at all of it, eyes roving over Demeisen's misshapen (to him) body. Maybe he does wax! That isn't the weird part. Right now he's just wondering what the fuck gravity did to this guy, since that's the only context he has — his legs are Belter-like; his upper half as though he grew up in a gravity greater than Earth's. How does that even happen—
And before he has the chance to vocally make an ass of himself, Demeisen is making himself comfortable right in front of him. Amos is having a tough time tearing his eyes away from his legs, but the sound of the other's voice does a lot of wonders at getting him to look at the guy's actual face.
He is... partially civilized. Kind of. ]
I'm Amos. [ Which is, technically, an answer. He blinks owlishly; this is something very new to him. He could also ask for this guy's name in return,
or, ] What happened to you?
[ Which is unhelpfully contextless, though maybe the vague gesturing at Demeisen's entire body might give a hint as to what he actually means. ]
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Alright then.
Amos watches as Demeisen lifts himself up out of the ground, and yeah, the self-sufficient practicality is good. His eyes follow him as he lifts himself up — so far so good — ah, yup, Amos had first arrived here naked, too — oh what's past his dick actually invites so many more questions—
He can't help but stare. Not just at the obvious spot but at all of it, eyes roving over Demeisen's misshapen (to him) body. Maybe he does wax! That isn't the weird part. Right now he's just wondering what the fuck gravity did to this guy, since that's the only context he has — his legs are Belter-like; his upper half as though he grew up in a gravity greater than Earth's. How does that even happen—
And before he has the chance to vocally make an ass of himself, Demeisen is making himself comfortable right in front of him. Amos is having a tough time tearing his eyes away from his legs, but the sound of the other's voice does a lot of wonders at getting him to look at the guy's actual face.
He is... partially civilized. Kind of. ]
I'm Amos. [ Which is, technically, an answer. He blinks owlishly; this is something very new to him. He could also ask for this guy's name in return,
or, ] What happened to you?
[ Which is unhelpfully contextless, though maybe the vague gesturing at Demeisen's entire body might give a hint as to what he actually means. ]