vocalautomaton:
The young robot made a soft noise in response to the other making the comment on him not being dead, wanting to ask a question of his own, but he knew that isn’t what they were doing here. He somewhat had a feeling he wasn’t going to get a serious answer from him anyway. “Eh.. Couldn’t leave them open to risk infection,” Alpha responded to the other’s thanks with a small shrug, moving a hand up to adjust the mask that rest on his face a bit, pushing some of his hair out from under it. He was making it seem perhaps he might have taken it off while Mizuki was out. After he was done and the question was asked, he perked slightly and walked over, picking up the jar and bringing it back over to him for him to see.
“Here it is~” he hummed, and held it out to him carefully. “Would you like to touch it?” he questioned, sniggering behind his mask, hovering his hand in front of his mouth, making his mask seem to perhaps the most appropriate expression for how he was feeling.
It was incredibly weird to see it just floating there in the jar, the dull color somehow even more lifeless suspended there…Of course at the comment he cant resist sticking his hand in curiously and actually poking his own removed eye, it was just too weird to think that it was a part of him in a jar.
“Thats too weird, its like hard jelly.” He wipes his hand off on the grey hospital robes hes practically lived in during his “stay” at the tower, really between that and the bland food the torture was almost welcome variety. Mizuki’s head still hurts of course, but its something other than monotony.
“I have to say, this was pretty weird and violent even for you.”
Just slightly, the automaton tilted his head, surprised he actually reached into the jar to touch the eyeball. He wasn't exactly being serious about letting him touch it, but he didn't stop him when he had went to do so. The man watched him curiously before snickering a little with the comment on the texture and shrugged slightly. "It has the consistency yes, especially if it squish it," he remarked, looking to the eye in the jar before setting it off to the side and slightly pushing the tool table away only a bit so it wouldn't move away too far. Really though, he just wanted to get it out of his line of sight.
"Is it really though?" he asked, tilting his head to the opposite side this time though before humming a bit, casually walking gloved fingers along his thigh before taking hold of the ugly green fabric, rubbing it between his fingers before sighing and letting it go. "Hospital clothes are so ugly... Especially these gowns," he murmured to himself before moving away slightly just to take his hand with his own. And pulling him so he'd sit up. "Once that heals properly, I'll get you an eye patch," he hummed before glancing toward the room. "Ah... I think this might be enough today... That should hurt for a while without painkillers," he chuckled a bit as he thought about it a little more. "Ah, that's unfortunate though too... I brought the suspension apparatus in here..." he trailed before going to lift him up in a bridal style.
