[The last clasp comes undone, and he shrugs off his vest with an easy shift of his shoulders. Folded and away it goes. Jeremiah regards his shirt, his fingers pausing at the first button for just a second before he works it open. The rest of the buttons go quickly, and once it hangs open, he shrugs the fabric off. Refreshing, really, after how overheated one can get in all those layers.
From the front, he looks utterly normal. Toned, not with the same impressive curves as McGillis, obvious even through his suit, just cut in a smoother, slender profile. Jeremiah turns to the side as he sets his shirt down, then rotates most of the way around to show. The only metal aside from the mask on his face sits along the length of his spine, diamond-shaped panels in an interlocking row of burgundy. Near the middle sit a trio of orange ports in a vertical line, at least an inch in diameter. Somewhere for something to plug into, not just for cosmetic appearance.
He can see in his periphery, at least, as McGillis reaches. There's no flinch when his hand meets him, the resistance noticeable even if he can't feel the actual touch. He's far from the first person to touch this, obviously, but in this context it doesn't feel strange for a lover, nor clinical as the scientists were. The kiss that follows isn't tangible from his lips alone, but there's the whisper of his hair, the warmth of his face sending tingles through his skin.
Jeremiah turns to look more fully over his shoulder, curious for a glimpse of those poisonous eyes. What he finds is unsurprising, but it still makes the set of his shoulders relax a little more. He hums, just a wordless acknowledgement for now, arching closer to the touch.]
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From the front, he looks utterly normal. Toned, not with the same impressive curves as McGillis, obvious even through his suit, just cut in a smoother, slender profile. Jeremiah turns to the side as he sets his shirt down, then rotates most of the way around to show. The only metal aside from the mask on his face sits along the length of his spine, diamond-shaped panels in an interlocking row of burgundy. Near the middle sit a trio of orange ports in a vertical line, at least an inch in diameter. Somewhere for something to plug into, not just for cosmetic appearance.
He can see in his periphery, at least, as McGillis reaches. There's no flinch when his hand meets him, the resistance noticeable even if he can't feel the actual touch. He's far from the first person to touch this, obviously, but in this context it doesn't feel strange for a lover, nor clinical as the scientists were. The kiss that follows isn't tangible from his lips alone, but there's the whisper of his hair, the warmth of his face sending tingles through his skin.
Jeremiah turns to look more fully over his shoulder, curious for a glimpse of those poisonous eyes. What he finds is unsurprising, but it still makes the set of his shoulders relax a little more. He hums, just a wordless acknowledgement for now, arching closer to the touch.]