[ Oh. She notices the way the LED shifts colours as soon as she’s drawn attention to it — red, like a warning, and as he confirms one of its uses, she feels slightly guilty that she might be contributing to its escalated status. The light comes from underneath his skin, as if it’s embedded below a layer of membrane gliding over the top of it. So he must be manufactured. Like her.
Maybe that’s the reason why his smile is strained — no one likes to be called out as different, after all. The way his hands reach for something then drop speaks to his apprehension about the situation. She understands that deeply and drops her arms, trying for a bit of a smile as well, though it’s still guarded. ]
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Maybe that’s the reason why his smile is strained — no one likes to be called out as different, after all. The way his hands reach for something then drop speaks to his apprehension about the situation. She understands that deeply and drops her arms, trying for a bit of a smile as well, though it’s still guarded. ]
You go first. What’s a deviant hunter?