Like the cat who caught the canary, Lucius flippantly toys with a bionic limb that Rhys would most certainly know where she obtained it from. All impudent, she strips it to layers like paper, her tongue-in-cheek comment spoken forthwith; ā Decent engineering. ā
to any human, itād seem as if she was toying with an actual organic limb, the inner workings painstakingly created to replicate the intricate cross sections of a human arm. it even bleeds like one, despite it being detached like a dollās part. rhys pays no mind to lucius at first ā heād much rather deal with something that he cares about ā but the sudden peeling of mechanical flesh makes his head whip to where sheās standing. fists clench and he slams his pen down, pulling his chair back and rushing over to her in one smooth motion. oh, ceres is going to have a fitĀ about this.Ā
a hand snatches the mess of hidden wires from her hands, man - made wires twitching under his grip. his anger is cold, eyes searching hers to make out some sort of logical explanation. his lips press together, a small growl escaping his lips. ā thank you. are you so obtuse that you must destroy in order to ascertain that?Ā ā despite his anger, his tone is still eerily calm.Ā ā if youāre going to stay here, i suggest you donāt ruin any more of my things.Ā ā
