[Luckily for her, he does know basically nothing. Life is a whole new concept, after all. Identity? Recently acquired. Really understanding those basic tenets? Still out of reach. His movements are still jerking, not entirely complete -- yet Wade(?) appears rather light on his feet, moving with a firm balance that is, over time, finding a sort of sinuous grace... if the sinews were being puppeted by some really arthritic fingers.
But he's got hair, he's got skin that isn't pockmarked -- no, this skin is smooth, so enticingly smooth that maybe she even caught him watching himself in a reflection, even the slightly distorted ones that reflect from shiny sandwich board signs.
And when a fine-looking human specimen comes up to him, of course he's all boyish smile and little dimples. Even if his eyes appear to be a bit flatter than most should.] Chances are. [He gives her a little bow with a flourish of his arm -- almost curtsy-like -- smoothing a hand up his leg like he's almost checking if something is still there. Maybe strapped there.] You had me at hello.
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But he's got hair, he's got skin that isn't pockmarked -- no, this skin is smooth, so enticingly smooth that maybe she even caught him watching himself in a reflection, even the slightly distorted ones that reflect from shiny sandwich board signs.
And when a fine-looking human specimen comes up to him, of course he's all boyish smile and little dimples. Even if his eyes appear to be a bit flatter than most should.] Chances are. [He gives her a little bow with a flourish of his arm -- almost curtsy-like -- smoothing a hand up his leg like he's almost checking if something is still there. Maybe strapped there.] You had me at hello.