#omatics

@omatics

    he’s  lucky  that  she  was  there,  that  she  cared  enough  to  look  out  for  him.  because  if  grace  hadn’t  of  been  there,  he  would  be  dead  rather  than  just  bleeding.  there  was  a  time  when  that  thought  would  of  been  pleasing  to  him,  but  that  was  no  longer  the  case.  things  were  better  now.  better  because  he  had  someone  in  his  life  that  truly  cared  about  him. 

   his  teeth  clench  as  cold  hands  lift  the  tatters  of  his  shirt  over  his  head,  no  doubt  so  that  grace  could  see  the  extent  of  his  wounds.  he  was  lucky  this  time,  the  claws  barely  piercing  his  skin.  the  bleeding  was  already  beginning  to  slow  down.  pain  killers  and  a  warm  shower  was  all  he  really  needed  after  such  an  injury.  

   his  gaze  meets  grace’s,  a  slight  smile  on  his  lips.  “  thank  you.  ”  it  didn’t  occur  to  him  that  she  hadn’t  seen  his  bare  chest  before.  it  hadn’t  occurred  to  him  that  the  scars  littering  his  body  might  not  seem  normal  to  others.  it  hadn’t  occurred  to  him  until  he  felt  those  same  cold  fingers  tracing  over  the  circle  of  rough,  raised  scar  tissue  decorating  a  large  part  of  his  stomach  and  he  forgets  to  breath  for  a  moment.

OCTOBER POSITIVITY!

“that’s good. you’re confident in yourself and what you believe in.” a smile was given despite how difficult it was due to his broken state. 

programming and his own personality made it easy to compliment others and praise them. he enjoyed grace, he thought that she was nice and that they could easily be friends. they were made for similar reasons and they had similar functions - both were caretakers. but grace seemed to be much better at it than daniel was which made something inside him twist unpleasantly. (it wasn’t possible for anything of the sort to actually happen, of course. he was made up of parts and bolts. he would be broken more than he already was if anything like that happened). 

looking down at himself      ,      as if not aware of the clothes he has put on this morning      ,     he then runs palms over the material of the red flannel a little self-consciously .   it’s something he still has to get used to     -     being out of the suits he usually wore around the town or any of his workdays when not out investigating in the field .    they have been such a part of him for so long      ,     any period of time of such length should be regarded as something only obvious in letting someone acquire habits     ,     a routine      ;     and cooper is still getting used to not slipping into one of his many beloved suits every morning after his bathroom routine    (     that      ,     thankfully     ,     has not changed .    )    

but grace has never seen him in a suit      ,     even newer to the town than he is      ,     so he shakes away the lingering grip of nostalgia to look back up at her with a smile .   “     you think so?    i usually wear more monochrome colors     ,      at least on the job .   but this is nice .   and warm enough for the weather !   the colder months around here can be quite a thing to take when you didn’t grow up in the area    ,”     he lets her know     ,     putting his sweater over his flannel and then giving grace a thumbs up as he is all dressed back to what he deems to be his new uniform .   quite comfortable     ,    just a little new around the edges !    “    if the esteemed miss hargreeves lets it pass     ,     i shall wear it with pride whenever i put it on .”