[ He walks closer at the Prince's welcome, a little confused as to why he can only feel Cathaway in the room. Come to think of it, he's never felt anything emitting from the Prince's symbiote. He must have incredible control. He hasn't seen him in a while, but whenever he does, Aoba can't help but be impressed by him in even the smallest ways...
Oh, right, Cathaway is talking and his focus redirects. A dye. It's loaded into an injection gun, but that doesn't sound so bad. ]
Okay.
[ He sits on the edge of the examination table, and carefully pulls his hair over one shoulder, exposing the back of his neck. He's always gentle with it, but touching his hair still makes him wince. ]
S... sorry. I uh, have nerve endings in my hair.
[ He finds himself apologizing and explaining as usual, though he has to wonder if they already knew. ]
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Oh, right, Cathaway is talking and his focus redirects. A dye. It's loaded into an injection gun, but that doesn't sound so bad. ]
Okay.
[ He sits on the edge of the examination table, and carefully pulls his hair over one shoulder, exposing the back of his neck. He's always gentle with it, but touching his hair still makes him wince. ]
S... sorry. I uh, have nerve endings in my hair.
[ He finds himself apologizing and explaining as usual, though he has to wonder if they already knew. ]