A interesting scar. Wrathion watches Eleven with all the casual curiosity of someone who has no particular shame about nudity, no modesty or concept of this being rude.
A much easier behaviour when you quite literally choose how you look.
"Yes," he agrees. "Perhaps not well, but we did. Difficult to avoid anyone entirely in this group."
He unties his robe, slides it off his shoulders and absently folds it to set aside. A towel is moved close to the edge beside it, then Wrathion moves to slide down into the water. The heat doesn't bother him, he doesn't even flinch as the water makes contact with his skin. If he'd been trying to affect human mannerisms, he supposes he should have, but no matter.
"You don't recall?" he prompts. It seems like he doesn't. Wrathion would like to think he is not so forgettable as a person, but their interactions were limited. Perhaps, in the grand scheme of things, he didn't stand out as much as he'd like to think.
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A much easier behaviour when you quite literally choose how you look.
"Yes," he agrees. "Perhaps not well, but we did. Difficult to avoid anyone entirely in this group."
He unties his robe, slides it off his shoulders and absently folds it to set aside. A towel is moved close to the edge beside it, then Wrathion moves to slide down into the water. The heat doesn't bother him, he doesn't even flinch as the water makes contact with his skin. If he'd been trying to affect human mannerisms, he supposes he should have, but no matter.
"You don't recall?" he prompts. It seems like he doesn't. Wrathion would like to think he is not so forgettable as a person, but their interactions were limited. Perhaps, in the grand scheme of things, he didn't stand out as much as he'd like to think.