[Shiro stops in front of one of the shelves, arms resting by his sides as he scans over the different titles. Since the guy’s talking about his reading and experiments. It’s the mention of reading for pleasure and the stress that again firms his resolve to find a way to help this man. Though he doesn’t sound like he’s suffering or miserable, it’s not something that’s indicating this whole even was… preferable. Yes, Shiro knows he’s assuming and he’ll be sure to ask more and talk before making any decisions or further offers… but still… there as to be something.]
Experiment properly, hm.
[He wants to ask about those experiments, what the man is trying to continue. But there’s suddenly a looming presence behind him. Obvious and there. Shiro turns his head and tilts it, looking up and over his shoulder at the reptilian figure behind him. There’s no real sign of tension or wariness on his expression. He’s not intimidated. Curious though.
A black brow arches as hands find their way to his sides and he lifts his arms slightly. The way Luchino’s holding him—keeping his claws away from him—is testament to his humanity and acknowledgement of his new body. That’s… promising. The gentle sigh settles on Shiro’s ears and he lowers his left arm, resting it over the back of the man’s large, clawed hand. He lifts his own hand, slower so Luchino can see it, and tentatively rests his fingers on the man’s middle one. Actively touching him. Scales and claw over bone.]
I kind of expected that from a scientist. [He offers the other man a small smile.] I don’t think this is going to be something easy to forget. Especially if it’s your first.
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Experiment properly, hm.
[He wants to ask about those experiments, what the man is trying to continue. But there’s suddenly a looming presence behind him. Obvious and there. Shiro turns his head and tilts it, looking up and over his shoulder at the reptilian figure behind him. There’s no real sign of tension or wariness on his expression. He’s not intimidated. Curious though.
A black brow arches as hands find their way to his sides and he lifts his arms slightly. The way Luchino’s holding him—keeping his claws away from him—is testament to his humanity and acknowledgement of his new body. That’s… promising. The gentle sigh settles on Shiro’s ears and he lowers his left arm, resting it over the back of the man’s large, clawed hand. He lifts his own hand, slower so Luchino can see it, and tentatively rests his fingers on the man’s middle one. Actively touching him. Scales and claw over bone.]
I kind of expected that from a scientist. [He offers the other man a small smile.] I don’t think this is going to be something easy to forget. Especially if it’s your first.