The layers he removes from Phalanx get folded up and draped politely over the nearby sink, until he can almost see some sort of human shape under there, hunched in all the blankets.
"You're a little taller than you look, huh?"
The question is rhetorical, probably, as he feels along the width of their shoulders... Partly to look for any way to peel off the next layers of clothes, but also just to get an idea of what he's working with.
"Scissors?" Vincent appears in the doorway, holding up something with silver handles.
"Yeah, leave 'em by the door."
Vincent obliges, setting them down on the floor. He doesn't really go anywhere after that--he's not looking at anything, because he doesn't have eyes, but he lingers to listen in on what's happening with the person who will (apparently) be staying with them for a while.
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The layers he removes from Phalanx get folded up and draped politely over the nearby sink, until he can almost see some sort of human shape under there, hunched in all the blankets.
"You're a little taller than you look, huh?"
The question is rhetorical, probably, as he feels along the width of their shoulders... Partly to look for any way to peel off the next layers of clothes, but also just to get an idea of what he's working with.
"Scissors?" Vincent appears in the doorway, holding up something with silver handles.
"Yeah, leave 'em by the door."
Vincent obliges, setting them down on the floor. He doesn't really go anywhere after that--he's not looking at anything, because he doesn't have eyes, but he lingers to listen in on what's happening with the person who will (apparently) be staying with them for a while.