[he'll let her in and everything, congrats march...
netzach's room is still almost exactly as it was when he was assigned to it. the only thing that seems like any kind of personal touch is a little wooden carving of a dozing cat with a paintbrush resting on it, a few squeeze bottles of paint set next to it; they look untouched, though clearly anything he uses is a mess. the bed is a rumpled disaster. it doesn't look like he's made the bed or, probably, washed the bedding since he got here...
though really, what does a machine need with clean sheets.]
Then I'll find some paper or a canvas or something and get us set up soon!
[ someone's bubbling over with enthusiasm now, but presumably Netzach sits down at some point and once he does, March moves to start running the brush through his hair. For it being part of the cloaking, it never fails to surprise her how real it still feels. ]
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[he'll let her in and everything, congrats march...
netzach's room is still almost exactly as it was when he was assigned to it. the only thing that seems like any kind of personal touch is a little wooden carving of a dozing cat with a paintbrush resting on it, a few squeeze bottles of paint set next to it; they look untouched, though clearly anything he uses is a mess. the bed is a rumpled disaster. it doesn't look like he's made the bed or, probably, washed the bedding since he got here...
though really, what does a machine need with clean sheets.]
Hey.
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Okay, though, there's at least some signs of life in here, and she smiles a little at the cat before she waves at him with a brush in hand. ]
Hey, have a seat! I didn't know you painted.
[ Or... thought about it? ]
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[his brow furrows a little, looking at the paint bottles.]
Those kinda just... showed up, so I kept 'em. [...] Never really gotten anything before.
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[ It's a bit of an incredulous squeak. Oh, she's slacking. Oh, she immediately has to go out and find something Netzach will like. Ohhhhhhhhhhh-- ]
... Well, we should try them out one day! Paint's better when it's used for art, and I'm... I'm okay at it, sorta!
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[what was he going to keep? who would give him things to begin with? there was no need for that.]
I don't really know anything about art, either.
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[ With a huff. ]
But okay, then! Maybe not today, but let's experiment with them soon! It might be fun to see what we end up with.
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[he doesn't think he's going to be any good at it. how much creativity does he actually have...
but if she's insisting on it, then okay. maybe he'll give it a shot.]
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[ someone's bubbling over with enthusiasm now, but presumably Netzach sits down at some point and once he does, March moves to start running the brush through his hair. For it being part of the cloaking, it never fails to surprise her how real it still feels. ]
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[he does sit, after that, quiet at first as she runs the brush through his hair.]
...that feels... weird.
[hmm.]
Not bad. But it's weird.
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[ At least he said it wasn't bad. ]
Should I take it slower?
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[he doesn't Really have hair, after all.
so why does it feel a bit like this isn't completely new?]
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[ And she pauses to replace the brush with her fingers, working out any tangles. ]
I didn't think the cloaking would even make hair feel this soft, though...
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[huh. that's also weird, in a way.
he reaches up to touch a lock of his own hair, thinking about it.]
Guess it can even make something like me feel that way.
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[ Which is unfair. ]
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[hehehe. he's just out here CHEATING.]
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[ And she's pouting slightly as she goes back to brushing. ]
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[it's not often that he gets to, let him have this.]
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Just you wait, I'll show you the power of soft hair!! One day!
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