[There would be time to talk about such things later. Perhaps sooner rather than later depending on topics over their meal. Shiro figures the other man has as many questions about him as he does about his new companion. It’s not like curiosity has been wiped out from the scientist; his very presence here is a testament to that. Still, that metal arm, for all its power and ability, lacks those nerves his flesh and blood has. Unable to feel the reptilian man’s jaw beneath his fingers and palm. A different sort of experience than the hand resting on Luchino’s hand. Well… something else for later.
He'll be glad if his visit here leads to more for the scientist than simply an amusing little notion of whether he can eat pizza and get a blowjob at the same time. The man’s already proven to be more friendly and human than his appearance would suggest. Perhaps there’ll be something Shiro can do for him, more than just this, that can help him. Luchino’s smile should be protected too.]
If you can taste what you normally eat, then probably? [Pizza should be a fair test regarding whether the man can taste or not. He lifts his own piece and bites through the tip, eyes noticing that expert slice of a claw through the string of white cheese. This guy knows how to use his body; that’s obvious even though such an easy motion.]
Luchino. [Finally, a name. He feels a soft swell in his chest, satisfied at getting the missing piece.] That’s quite the moniker. [He doesn’t see “evil” much anywhere on Luchino, but figures the name must’ve been thrown at him simply due to his fearsome looks. It’s not fair, but it’s not uncommon either.] You certainly don’t act “evil”, from what I’ve seen.
[Even still, a title’s just a title. It’s actions that speak louder. Shiro quirks a brow when the entire piece suddenly vanishes down Luchino’s gullet. Very much like a reptile. That tongue appears again, flicking around his chin and vanishing again. The pilot offers an impressed whistle.] Thanks. Been a while since I’ve met someone so charming. [It’s not an exaggeration or simple flattery either.
He means it.]
So… if you put your tongue on the pizza, can you taste it?
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He'll be glad if his visit here leads to more for the scientist than simply an amusing little notion of whether he can eat pizza and get a blowjob at the same time. The man’s already proven to be more friendly and human than his appearance would suggest. Perhaps there’ll be something Shiro can do for him, more than just this, that can help him. Luchino’s smile should be protected too.]
If you can taste what you normally eat, then probably? [Pizza should be a fair test regarding whether the man can taste or not. He lifts his own piece and bites through the tip, eyes noticing that expert slice of a claw through the string of white cheese. This guy knows how to use his body; that’s obvious even though such an easy motion.]
Luchino. [Finally, a name. He feels a soft swell in his chest, satisfied at getting the missing piece.] That’s quite the moniker. [He doesn’t see “evil” much anywhere on Luchino, but figures the name must’ve been thrown at him simply due to his fearsome looks. It’s not fair, but it’s not uncommon either.] You certainly don’t act “evil”, from what I’ve seen.
[Even still, a title’s just a title. It’s actions that speak louder. Shiro quirks a brow when the entire piece suddenly vanishes down Luchino’s gullet. Very much like a reptile. That tongue appears again, flicking around his chin and vanishing again. The pilot offers an impressed whistle.] Thanks. Been a while since I’ve met someone so charming. [It’s not an exaggeration or simple flattery either.
He means it.]
So… if you put your tongue on the pizza, can you taste it?