[while it's quite hilarious, the way wrench is just all limbs on this chair, sizhui's not judging him in the slightest. he's smiling, having straightened back up and tucked both hands neatly into his huge robe sleeves, doing his absolute best to seem totally conspicuous. being on the space station and out of his element, he wants to make sure people won't view him as a threat, although wrench looks like someone who can defend himself.]
Hi there, [he returns, voice lilting slightly upwards into something more relaxed despite the faint surprise filling his expression when wrench's attention is on him. strange, he seems to be wearing a mask, but it's not like anything sizhui's ever seen before; the emoting screen eyes, his spike-covered gas mask— okay, well, there are spikes elsewhere too? what an odd get-up . . .
—oh, right, they were talking about that network stuff! firstly, he collects a chair from nearby, setting it beside wrench's with a respectable distance between them, his feet just. shuffling softly over the floor while he tries to decide what to do with his legs. it doesn't help that he's distracted by wrench's hand, the tattoos decorating his skin what he's mainly focused his gaze on, even if he doesn't forget to finally answer,] Thank you, [comes foremost, then he has to ask:] Perhaps he has reason to be upset?
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Hi there, [he returns, voice lilting slightly upwards into something more relaxed despite the faint surprise filling his expression when wrench's attention is on him. strange, he seems to be wearing a mask, but it's not like anything sizhui's ever seen before; the emoting screen eyes, his spike-covered gas mask— okay, well, there are spikes elsewhere too? what an odd get-up . . .
—oh, right, they were talking about that network stuff! firstly, he collects a chair from nearby, setting it beside wrench's with a respectable distance between them, his feet just. shuffling softly over the floor while he tries to decide what to do with his legs. it doesn't help that he's distracted by wrench's hand, the tattoos decorating his skin what he's mainly focused his gaze on, even if he doesn't forget to finally answer,] Thank you, [comes foremost, then he has to ask:] Perhaps he has reason to be upset?