Whirl sits down, and then after a moment of trying to get comfortable, finally settles the way his avatar normally does with his legs crossed. Whirl's face twitches oddly as he seems to debate offering up this body's hands, a sick pit twisting in his...
Whatever that is. He doesn't have tanks.
After a moment he shoves them at Ratchet, and it's clear on his face how much effort he's going through not to appear as nervous as he is.
It's obvious that they're a mess, right off the bat. On his right hand there are only three fingers, a blank space and a mass of scarring where the finger should be. On the left the fingers seem to be split two and two and hooked like the can't stretch out, the second finger missing at the second knuckle and the pinkie missing at the first. Tiny gouges and nicks and small scars cover both where there's bare skin, and the nails are a mess of broken or too short starts. The scars on the hands trail up to the elbows and taper off into smaller ones.
Whirl's head ducks like he can somehow hide his expression that way and his eyes keep flicking down and back.
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Whatever that is. He doesn't have tanks.
After a moment he shoves them at Ratchet, and it's clear on his face how much effort he's going through not to appear as nervous as he is.
It's obvious that they're a mess, right off the bat. On his right hand there are only three fingers, a blank space and a mass of scarring where the finger should be. On the left the fingers seem to be split two and two and hooked like the can't stretch out, the second finger missing at the second knuckle and the pinkie missing at the first. Tiny gouges and nicks and small scars cover both where there's bare skin, and the nails are a mess of broken or too short starts. The scars on the hands trail up to the elbows and taper off into smaller ones.
Whirl's head ducks like he can somehow hide his expression that way and his eyes keep flicking down and back.