( thank goodness he's not poisonous, that he didn't somehow acquire traits that would make him hard to touch or be with. it would've made his own self-hatred a lot stronger, his own doubts and unhappiness probably too much to bear. he's already been gifted and cursed with this form, and the positives and negatives have already been weighed out to be completely neutral. no longer would he have the skin of being human, the somewhat mediocre and unremarkable form of a scientist who spent hours sitting and reading and writing and experimenting. instead, he would have to learn how to do everything all over again but with the limitations that inhumanity has brought him.
but with shiro, he already feels a modicum of 'normal'. and now luchino blushes, the heat creeping up along his cheeks and a slight discoloration blossoms below his eyes. he knew that he could control the hue of his scales if he wanted, but there was no reason to do so. for shiro, though? he would go through every color that his scales could turn if he wanted. he could be green, blue, pink... even white. to show off, yes, but to show off the various other kinds of attractive he could be. )
You're too kind. ( a quality that he wishes all people could have, but it suits shiro just fine. he snickers at the return tongue touch. cute! ) And you don't have to be 'clean'. You just have to be observant. Thoughtful... empathetic.
( a man who's making luchino think of himself as a man again. for that, he will be eternally thankful. but for now, he nods. he chuckles as his pants are tugged on, and luchino is more than happy to use his claws to quietly shear through the fabric, allowing himself to be finally exposed and free. of course, it also means he has to carefully pull the now shredded pants off and around his tail, and toss them onto the ground--- covering the pizza that has gone cold.
the reptile man slides further back onto the bed, where he again spreads his legs. shedding his shirt, he presents himself, ready for shiro to join him. )
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Date: 2020-09-12 08:31 pm (UTC)but with shiro, he already feels a modicum of 'normal'. and now luchino blushes, the heat creeping up along his cheeks and a slight discoloration blossoms below his eyes. he knew that he could control the hue of his scales if he wanted, but there was no reason to do so. for shiro, though? he would go through every color that his scales could turn if he wanted. he could be green, blue, pink... even white. to show off, yes, but to show off the various other kinds of attractive he could be. )
You're too kind. ( a quality that he wishes all people could have, but it suits shiro just fine. he snickers at the return tongue touch. cute! ) And you don't have to be 'clean'. You just have to be observant. Thoughtful... empathetic.
( a man who's making luchino think of himself as a man again. for that, he will be eternally thankful. but for now, he nods. he chuckles as his pants are tugged on, and luchino is more than happy to use his claws to quietly shear through the fabric, allowing himself to be finally exposed and free. of course, it also means he has to carefully pull the now shredded pants off and around his tail, and toss them onto the ground--- covering the pizza that has gone cold.
the reptile man slides further back onto the bed, where he again spreads his legs. shedding his shirt, he presents himself, ready for shiro to join him. )