There's a nod, and Esteban scoots closer to his friend, tail and a wing hovering behind Allen in a movable seat, while Esteban takes his hand in his own. If the red skin and blackened nails ought to make someone queasy at touching him, it clearly doesn't work on the half-dragon, and he traces his companion's knuckles with two fingers.
"Why's it this pointy?" he asks, curious while he taps at the thick skin. "Is that-- like an insect carapace?" Hang on-- "Oh! Is it bigger th'n y'r other hand?" There's nothing really mean in his words, just a stream of questions that comes and goes as he makes his own observations. The skin feels incredibly thick around the back of his palm, and yet smooth, even though there is a paler spot, a cross right in the middle of it.
It's flexible, but it still has an odd look to it. Not quite skin, closer to chitin, almost. But when Allen moves it, it loses all rigidity, and bends and shift just like a flesh and bone hand. Esteban doesn't really understand it, but that's exactly why he's so curious about it. How it affects Allen, how he lives with it. How he understands it himself.
"Wait-- y' said it was a substance, right?" He pushes back his friend's sleeve a bit, just enough to uncover the wrist, but it's much of the same, really. "Did it replace y'r blood, b'cause it's a parasite?" Wait-- there was something about blood; but wasn't that the... crystal type? "Or did it--" Esteban begins, trying to correct himself, but his words fade with a confused hum, eyebrows pinching between his eyes.
"It's in your arm... but it's not y'r blood. Your hand looks weird--" There's an odd glance upwards as Esteban's eyes widen. "C'n you feel your arm?" he asks, completely baffled at the concept. Maybe the extra armor also prevents Allen to feel touch as well.
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"Why's it this pointy?" he asks, curious while he taps at the thick skin. "Is that-- like an insect carapace?" Hang on-- "Oh! Is it bigger th'n y'r other hand?" There's nothing really mean in his words, just a stream of questions that comes and goes as he makes his own observations. The skin feels incredibly thick around the back of his palm, and yet smooth, even though there is a paler spot, a cross right in the middle of it.
It's flexible, but it still has an odd look to it. Not quite skin, closer to chitin, almost. But when Allen moves it, it loses all rigidity, and bends and shift just like a flesh and bone hand. Esteban doesn't really understand it, but that's exactly why he's so curious about it. How it affects Allen, how he lives with it. How he understands it himself.
"Wait-- y' said it was a substance, right?" He pushes back his friend's sleeve a bit, just enough to uncover the wrist, but it's much of the same, really. "Did it replace y'r blood, b'cause it's a parasite?" Wait-- there was something about blood; but wasn't that the... crystal type? "Or did it--" Esteban begins, trying to correct himself, but his words fade with a confused hum, eyebrows pinching between his eyes.
"It's in your arm... but it's not y'r blood. Your hand looks weird--" There's an odd glance upwards as Esteban's eyes widen. "C'n you feel your arm?" he asks, completely baffled at the concept. Maybe the extra armor also prevents Allen to feel touch as well.