But he's got a new thing to focus on and that's Dave feathering touches along the sides of his outline, and it's enough to make his eyelids feel incredibly heavy in a way that makes him want to close them and just chill in how mind numbing it was. He feels soft prickling sensations at the back of his head, his nerves acting up as signals are sent straight to his brain to relax and take it easy. He lets out a lazy sort of "heh" at it, and he's pretty much in affection heaven at the moment.
It's not a bad question, though, since it's not really... that normal to just keep parts of you pickled for eternity in a jar. Honestly, he assumed that his digit would just disappear or something, if he was going to wake up and everything would be back in one piece. Like two identical things shouldn't exist in the same time and place, but he's talked about time travel enough with Dave to know that it's possible and that it usually ends up in Bad Shit. But what could happen to a minor limb that's already technically dead?]
'M saving it in case I wanna clone myself one day. [He smiles, his eyes coming to a close as his grip softens around his hip. The real answer is somewhere a little more morbid, but he explains nonetheless.]
I, uh. I dunno. Feels kinda wrong to just toss it. When it fell off, someone told me to try and preserve it, in case I could reattach it or something. [His urge to yawn is sky high, but he holds it in as his chest expands to take count of it anyway.] And now it's just kinda sittin' there like a housewarming present.
[A more real answer? If he was going to die, that would've been the last piece of him to actually show he even existed. It's a subtle, grim reminder when he looks at it that he should... do everything he wants to do in life without holding back.]
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But he's got a new thing to focus on and that's Dave feathering touches along the sides of his outline, and it's enough to make his eyelids feel incredibly heavy in a way that makes him want to close them and just chill in how mind numbing it was. He feels soft prickling sensations at the back of his head, his nerves acting up as signals are sent straight to his brain to relax and take it easy. He lets out a lazy sort of "heh" at it, and he's pretty much in affection heaven at the moment.
It's not a bad question, though, since it's not really... that normal to just keep parts of you pickled for eternity in a jar. Honestly, he assumed that his digit would just disappear or something, if he was going to wake up and everything would be back in one piece. Like two identical things shouldn't exist in the same time and place, but he's talked about time travel enough with Dave to know that it's possible and that it usually ends up in Bad Shit. But what could happen to a minor limb that's already technically dead?]
'M saving it in case I wanna clone myself one day. [He smiles, his eyes coming to a close as his grip softens around his hip. The real answer is somewhere a little more morbid, but he explains nonetheless.]
I, uh. I dunno. Feels kinda wrong to just toss it. When it fell off, someone told me to try and preserve it, in case I could reattach it or something. [His urge to yawn is sky high, but he holds it in as his chest expands to take count of it anyway.] And now it's just kinda sittin' there like a housewarming present.
[A more real answer? If he was going to die, that would've been the last piece of him to actually show he even existed. It's a subtle, grim reminder when he looks at it that he should... do everything he wants to do in life without holding back.]