I know, won't forget

[wounds]

Who: Genos and YOU
What: Dealing with Cyborg eyes!
When: December 6, all day
Where: MANTICORE's penthouse, Pride HQ, various bars
Warnings: Foul language?

>MANTICORE penthouse, 8 am

[Genos has always woken up early. He's not sure why exactly he does, but changing a sleep schedule is a tricky business.

So he wakes up, pads his way over to a bathroom and catches his reflection in the mirror. His eyes are completely different, gold irises instead of blue, and completely black sclera.

Are they glowing?]

WHAT THE FUCK?! 

>Pride HQ, 4 PM

[Eventually he calms down. Eventually he just doesn't want to be in their penthouse. So he grabs a pair of sunglasses and pushes them on.

Except they don't exactly block out the glow of his eyes.

He grits his teeth and just shoves past whoever's in the way of him and getting out of the building.]

Sorry.

[He sounds more distracted and distressed than sorry.] 

>Various bars, throughout the night

[He makes it out onto the streets and he starts hitting up bars. Alcohol does nothing for him, but being out of HQ is comforting.

Except he keeps getting pictures taken, and on any other day he'd be willing to pose for them. But today has been stressful and all he wants is some time alone, which is why he keeps hopping from bar to bar.

And it's dark enough now that the sunglasses look stupid, but if he takes them off he'll have to explain the bright glow of them- which is only barely masked by the glasses in the first place.]

Comments

[wounds]

No, and no.

[He scowls and backs away once he's prodded.]

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Uhhhhhh... [Not the smartest thing Jecht has ever uttered, but this is really weird. Like movie weird. Like what is his life weird.] Man, that's one hell of a disease. You gotta get that looked at.

[wounds]

[No, he doesn't.

They don't hurt, they aren't infectious and they feel... they feel right.]

I'll just cover them up.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

[Jecht can't imagine that feeling. They're your eyes, dude, and they're messed up.] Idiot, you're going to end up blind or something! Set your pride aside for a minute.

[wounds]

It's not about pride. They don't hurt or anything.

I can see perfectly fine.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

That doesn't -- something's obviously wrong! One minute you can see fine, the next they're gonna pop out of your face or something!

[wounds]

Have you actually seen that happen to somebody?

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

No, but I've never seen THAT happen to somebody either! [If Jecht's dramatic point had been any more vigorous, it would have been a Three Stooges move.]

[wounds]

Yeah- Well- I'm not telling anybody about them!

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

What, is it just gonna go away on its own? That doesn't happen!

Seriously, man, if we lose you to this... [Jecht isn't big on expressing emotions, so have his worry boiled down to selfish terms.]

[wounds]

Like hell you're losing me to anything.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Yeah, well.

So long as we're clear on THAT.

[Jecht folds his arms rather petulantly, scowling.]

[wounds]

Don't worry. I'm too stubborn to go down.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Yeah, yeah. Heard lines like that before. Just... you screw up and I'm never gonna let you live it down. I'll piss on your grave if it comes to that.

[wounds]

Good thing I'm not going anywhere.