He held his position as Hermann's trembling touch examined his Kaiju skin. The sweater vest smelled of chalk dust and traces of the lab and their laundry soap, as well as the distinct scent of the man wearing it. Newt's personal sense of smell had never been that superb, but to be able to categorize each individual part of Hermann's unique fragrance was a weirdly sentimental thing. Their entire day was catalogued on the man, including the faint hint of the coffee shop and Newt's own scent.
Oh.
{ Mine. }
He closed his eyes contentedly and in that floaty Drift between them, he felt HUMAN. His back hurt from hunching daily, his fingers shook, his leg ached as it always did. His collar was a bit itchy and his weight was pressed onto the creature--Newton-- { Me. } --in front of him.
{ If I let you call me Bastion because you picked it, will you actually call me that in battle? }
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He held his position as Hermann's trembling touch examined his Kaiju skin. The sweater vest smelled of chalk dust and traces of the lab and their laundry soap, as well as the distinct scent of the man wearing it. Newt's personal sense of smell had never been that superb, but to be able to categorize each individual part of Hermann's unique fragrance was a weirdly sentimental thing. Their entire day was catalogued on the man, including the faint hint of the coffee shop and Newt's own scent.
Oh.
{ Mine. }
He closed his eyes contentedly and in that floaty Drift between them, he felt HUMAN. His back hurt from hunching daily, his fingers shook, his leg ached as it always did. His collar was a bit itchy and his weight was pressed onto the creature--Newton-- { Me. } --in front of him.
{ If I let you call me Bastion because you picked it, will you actually call me that in battle? }