[something Tonic appreciates--and something that is usually lost on other, socially-unacceptable creeps--is how Tek continues to be polite and mind his manners even though they have both clearly established that neither of them are normal people.
he doesn't have to, but he does. Tonic would like to think of it as a show of respect for his space and his temperament, which is something very few people give him.
ah, the question--he looks down at his work again, prying up several locked-down clasps with precise little motions of his wrist.]
It depends. I've gotten it to about once a week, but it depends on how much it's aggravated, if I do a lot of walking around...
[he makes a little sound, a small, excited inhale, as the show starts. Tek can hear a sticky peeling sound as Tonic slowly fulcrums the remaining majority of the cap away from his skin. he normally doesn't care about this step at all--but honestly, he's excited that someone else is excited, and can't wait for Tek's reaction.]
Hah, here it is...
[he puts his tools down on the floor beside him so that he can lift the metal away with his hands... and as he does, trails of thick, pale white goop drip off behind it. it has a startlingly pus-like consistency, but it isn't a sign of infection. it's organic, but not produced by a human body. it has a bizarrely mild smell that is, if anything, like plant matter just beginning to decay, somewhere between dry mushrooms and wet soil.
now exposed, the remain of his leg is a sorry mess. there are more scars visible, where parts of this contraption are literally bolted into place, but there are also several strategically-made holes in the bottom of his stump that are oozing even more of this mysterious substance. there's something lining the holes, maybe more metal, but it's hard to tell with the mess left there now. at least it isn't bruised or inflamed, or any of the other usual signs of a physical problem.]
Ah, fuck. [he regards his leg with mild annoyance, now that he can see just how much he's leaking.] Yeah, I let it go too long...
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he doesn't have to, but he does. Tonic would like to think of it as a show of respect for his space and his temperament, which is something very few people give him.
ah, the question--he looks down at his work again, prying up several locked-down clasps with precise little motions of his wrist.]
It depends. I've gotten it to about once a week, but it depends on how much it's aggravated, if I do a lot of walking around...
[he makes a little sound, a small, excited inhale, as the show starts. Tek can hear a sticky peeling sound as Tonic slowly fulcrums the remaining majority of the cap away from his skin. he normally doesn't care about this step at all--but honestly, he's excited that someone else is excited, and can't wait for Tek's reaction.]
Hah, here it is...
[he puts his tools down on the floor beside him so that he can lift the metal away with his hands... and as he does, trails of thick, pale white goop drip off behind it. it has a startlingly pus-like consistency, but it isn't a sign of infection. it's organic, but not produced by a human body. it has a bizarrely mild smell that is, if anything, like plant matter just beginning to decay, somewhere between dry mushrooms and wet soil.
now exposed, the remain of his leg is a sorry mess. there are more scars visible, where parts of this contraption are literally bolted into place, but there are also several strategically-made holes in the bottom of his stump that are oozing even more of this mysterious substance. there's something lining the holes, maybe more metal, but it's hard to tell with the mess left there now. at least it isn't bruised or inflamed, or any of the other usual signs of a physical problem.]
Ah, fuck. [he regards his leg with mild annoyance, now that he can see just how much he's leaking.] Yeah, I let it go too long...