[ He watches a little more intently, this time, now that he actually understands what's going on. It's fun, kind of — something a bunch of the supes back home would be jealous of, for sure, a full step beyond accelerated healing. (He thinks about going back into the house to get Eunhyuk a change of clothes, but he'd said something about needing looking after while he puts himself back together, and that seems a touch more important than nudity, which is a daily state for most of the people around here anywhere.)
Mildly, as he offers Eunhyuk a hand up again: ] How do you know what old socks taste like?
[ He doesn't love the comparison, though he's already chalking it up to the taste of burnt flesh or some kind of chemical reaction rather than whatever heat vision would taste like. Can you even taste heat vision? ]
Took you a little longer this time. Is it a repetition thing?
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Mildly, as he offers Eunhyuk a hand up again: ] How do you know what old socks taste like?
[ He doesn't love the comparison, though he's already chalking it up to the taste of burnt flesh or some kind of chemical reaction rather than whatever heat vision would taste like. Can you even taste heat vision? ]
Took you a little longer this time. Is it a repetition thing?