[He peers curiously at the electric pokemon as it climbs back onto Red's shoulder, wondering if it came from his world or the city they were in, though he'd guess the former. He doesn't move to keep walking just yet, seeing as he's in no rush and standing still might stop the clouded feeling in his head.]
I've been here two weeks. [It still doesn't feel right to give a name; he's never been called it but once that he can remember, and he can't bring himself to use it yet. It's not as if anyone here knows the title he's been given, either. He'll worry about what people call him later.
Regardless, he pulls both of his hands out of his pockets, metal visible on the left under the fingerless glove, the bare right moving to accept the kid's hand. He keeps forgetting that there are stranger things than metal arms here. He figures it shouldn't be a big deal to let it be visible, and in some ways he wants to offer an explanation for the harshness of the collision.]
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I've been here two weeks. [It still doesn't feel right to give a name; he's never been called it but once that he can remember, and he can't bring himself to use it yet. It's not as if anyone here knows the title he's been given, either. He'll worry about what people call him later.
Regardless, he pulls both of his hands out of his pockets, metal visible on the left under the fingerless glove, the bare right moving to accept the kid's hand. He keeps forgetting that there are stranger things than metal arms here. He figures it shouldn't be a big deal to let it be visible, and in some ways he wants to offer an explanation for the harshness of the collision.]