[ At first, Hugo thinks that aggressive response is just Set responding in kind. As he hungrily seeks Set’s tongue like he might draw all of the warmth out of him for himself, he smiles. Even something angry is fine with him, because to be fair, it’s not like he has to worry about the mess of blood anymore. It’s only when Set pushes away that he realizes that isn’t it. Their lips part messily with the bite, and Hugo gasps out a confused little sound of pain. ]
Ah… If it’s—
[ Hugo starts to speak too, because he misinterprets why Set looks over his torso. His tone is delicate and acquiescing, because he has his own cynical, self-loathing assumption. The Augmented may all be “monsters” of a sort, but all the rest, they were at least alive, weren’t they? His new body was some kind of cruel memento mori, so he could hardly blame anyone if they balked at fooling around with what he personally saw as a corpse.
So, Set’s words are more startling and striking than the bite. He’d already been thinking of a way to elegantly disengage and preserve his dignity, and yet. He probably loses it after all, because his wide-eyed stare and brief stammer is as touched and hopeful as when he was a younger man. That impossible flush on his face intensifies, and it’s brightest at the very tips of his long ears. ]
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Ah… If it’s—
[ Hugo starts to speak too, because he misinterprets why Set looks over his torso. His tone is delicate and acquiescing, because he has his own cynical, self-loathing assumption. The Augmented may all be “monsters” of a sort, but all the rest, they were at least alive, weren’t they? His new body was some kind of cruel memento mori, so he could hardly blame anyone if they balked at fooling around with what he personally saw as a corpse.
So, Set’s words are more startling and striking than the bite. He’d already been thinking of a way to elegantly disengage and preserve his dignity, and yet. He probably loses it after all, because his wide-eyed stare and brief stammer is as touched and hopeful as when he was a younger man. That impossible flush on his face intensifies, and it’s brightest at the very tips of his long ears. ]