[ The fascination is terrible in its own way, even if it is, admittedly, better than the expected disgust. Arcade hasn't exactly volunteered this change for anyone else's inspection, though he knows it hasn't gone completely unnoticed - and no one but him has actually touched them. (Unless he's counting the chromehound that tried to bite his arm off and got an unyielding mouthful of armored scale, instead. And he's not.)
He's too shocked by the suddenness of it to even flinch, freezing instead as his brain struggles to parse the vivid oddity of the sensation. The scales aren't more sensitive than his skin, but they feel differently, translating the familiar through nerve endings that have grown alien to him. (It'd almost be better if it hurt, he thinks. Easier to cope with.)
Len's question snaps him out of that uncomfortable stillness, and he pulls his arm back, hastily jerking both sleeves back down over it. ]
I don't know. I know something will, but - it's not the same for all of us. I've seen much worse. This is... mild, really.
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He's too shocked by the suddenness of it to even flinch, freezing instead as his brain struggles to parse the vivid oddity of the sensation. The scales aren't more sensitive than his skin, but they feel differently, translating the familiar through nerve endings that have grown alien to him. (It'd almost be better if it hurt, he thinks. Easier to cope with.)
Len's question snaps him out of that uncomfortable stillness, and he pulls his arm back, hastily jerking both sleeves back down over it. ]
I don't know. I know something will, but - it's not the same for all of us. I've seen much worse. This is... mild, really.