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A couple of tendrils shot out from the flat blackness, straight up in the air. The rest of the body seemed to follow until it became a floating, dark cloud. A scan wouldn’t reveal too much. They had no organs a human would recognize, nothing concrete to touch and grab. They belonged on a plane in between the living and what couldn’t be seen.
Since the human didn’t seem to keen on actually trying to hurt them or freak out, Lii began to take the shape of a man. Tendrils and tentacles coiled into limbs, shortly becoming pale skin. Tar ran from their eyes, nose and mouth. They wore no clothes, lacked genitals completely, tentacles moved idly around them. They said nothing while dark eyes rested on Tony.
Tony was ready to leap out of the way when the unknown mass started moving yet turned steadily rigid when he saw it form into a more human shape. Not human enough for the clear lack of what Tony was weirdly grateful wasn’t there to see. “Do you need some pants?” He blurted the question out and immediately wished he could go back in time to undo his clear wrong. He could be staring at the face of a psychopathic murderer and still ask the most irrelevant question first.
They tilted their head to the side, eyes unblinking. The tears running down Lii's face seemed to merge back right into their skin. Pants? Why, no. It took more energy to create clothes on their being. "... Does this make you uncomfortable?" Was there something Lii had noticed during their time in alien prison, it was the humans being awkward when Lii didn't care to "put on clothes" . They turned their head to look at the suit. It was in the exact same shape as when they had found it. "I am ... grateful I could use this."
