[ So it's thanks to Jade that he's like this? That's... acceptable, he supposes. He has no opinion on Jade, positive or negative. She does her thing, he does his own, and as long as they don't get in each other's way, neutral is as good as it'll get. But something about her helping Aventurine with his injuries doesn't sit right with him. What did she want in exchange for it, he wonders? Hopefully money and... nothing else.
His skin is truly soft despite the blemishes, and it's precisely the kind of thing he wouldn't have noticed if he had worn surgical gloves from the start, but now he wonders if Aventurine would prefer it that way -- more clinical and clean and less personal, in a way. ]
I think getting used to roughness is a skill on it's own, but nothing I've never seen before. It's the relative softness that concerns me the most: almost like a creature with your skin was not meant to survive harsh environments, and yet, here you are.
[ he moves his palm up to his collarbone, looking at him intently through his glasses. ]
*comes back 100 years later w starbucks*
His skin is truly soft despite the blemishes, and it's precisely the kind of thing he wouldn't have noticed if he had worn surgical gloves from the start, but now he wonders if Aventurine would prefer it that way -- more clinical and clean and less personal, in a way. ]
I think getting used to roughness is a skill on it's own, but nothing I've never seen before. It's the relative softness that concerns me the most: almost like a creature with your skin was not meant to survive harsh environments, and yet, here you are.
[ he moves his palm up to his collarbone, looking at him intently through his glasses. ]
... If you'd like me to stop, tell me.