Miles, meanwhile, is nervous for a different reason. Nervous about meeting this ridiculously tall (no, just normal) duplicate of himself, but also anticipatory of Newt's side project as well. If the daring scientist can do anything to ease his bone structure permanently ... He's a bit wild for the thought of it, and terrified for the reverse. It's so strange having hope.
(He rather thinks that if genes were the solution, he'd have been fixed years ago. But it's nice to hope anyway.)
As a result he's leaning on Gregor mentally rather heavily as they head in. The mental equivalent of gripping his emperor's hand, bracing against him a little for support. He'll be fine. He just ... needs a moment.
None of this shows through on his face, though. The man who strides into the lab is curious but confident, filling up the space well beyond his diminutive 4'8" frame. He presents a bit of an odd picture in general too, with his crooked spine and too-large head. The clothes are normal though; he'd opted for what he privately calls his "casual livery," the silver-gray and brown hoodie/t-shirt combo worn over faded jeans. He looks around the waiting lab, trying to spot their two hosts. "Hello? Doctors Newton and Gottlieb?" Surely at least one of them should be easy to recognize, if not both.
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(He rather thinks that if genes were the solution, he'd have been fixed years ago. But it's nice to hope anyway.)
As a result he's leaning on Gregor mentally rather heavily as they head in. The mental equivalent of gripping his emperor's hand, bracing against him a little for support. He'll be fine. He just ... needs a moment.
None of this shows through on his face, though. The man who strides into the lab is curious but confident, filling up the space well beyond his diminutive 4'8" frame. He presents a bit of an odd picture in general too, with his crooked spine and too-large head. The clothes are normal though; he'd opted for what he privately calls his "casual livery," the silver-gray and brown hoodie/t-shirt combo worn over faded jeans. He looks around the waiting lab, trying to spot their two hosts. "Hello? Doctors Newton and Gottlieb?" Surely at least one of them should be easy to recognize, if not both.