[ Gladio emerges in fresh clothes - tank top and loose track pants - toweling off his hair. Nothing quite like a snack and a shower to revitalize. He's thinking of this as he strides into the room, notes that Genji's already arranged himself on the couch, made himself comfortable. Let his hair down, so to speak.
Green hair.
Gladio's smile freezes, his hands slowing the brisk movements as he shook water from his hair with the towel, lowering it until it rests around his neck. He's always prided himself in his ability to see through meager disguises - a necessity in his line of work, to recognize the telltale signs from bone structure, mannerisms, the way one carried themselves. Genji's body has changed so much that he never thought him to be anyone than the cyborg he's befriended.
But that green reminds him too much of another man whose face Genji could have, but the scars... ]
That's new. Decide you'd had it with the grey?
[ Gladio also prides himself in deflection. It too is a useful skill. He crosses the floor with a practiced, casual air. ]
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Green hair.
Gladio's smile freezes, his hands slowing the brisk movements as he shook water from his hair with the towel, lowering it until it rests around his neck. He's always prided himself in his ability to see through meager disguises - a necessity in his line of work, to recognize the telltale signs from bone structure, mannerisms, the way one carried themselves. Genji's body has changed so much that he never thought him to be anyone than the cyborg he's befriended.
But that green reminds him too much of another man whose face Genji could have, but the scars... ]
That's new. Decide you'd had it with the grey?
[ Gladio also prides himself in deflection. It too is a useful skill. He crosses the floor with a practiced, casual air. ]