Those extra arms tightened in a hug and Alexei smiled.
"Spasibo.. It should be alright in a few days when the new carapace hardens. Once that happens it is fine...even if the skin has not completely grown over it again."
He stops and blinks when Reinhardt presses that kiss into his forehead. The infested Terran smiles and gives a slight sigh.
"Spasibo again...for your help."
He means it.
It means to world to him that his beloved remains by his side and is helping. It feels...good? More than good but what is it really?
He'll concern himself with that later. His knight is setting him down and Alexei gently unhooked his extra limbs as he eased to the ground.
Once on the ground, Stukov began the arduous task of removing his jacket that was practically glued to him at this point. That poor coat had been through almost as much as he had. Fortunately the water Reinhardt is running is hot enough that steam and humidity fill the air-perfect...exactly what he needs. Bit by bit, he manages to coax off the jacket, taking a lot of slime and some chunks of dead skin with it.
His sweater is next and it peels off easier now that there is humidity in the room. Underneath it is nothign Reinhardt has not seen before. An almost perfect split of Zerg and Terran with places there two meet and twist over and into each other. Scar tissue from old battle wounds, as well as surgery and tissue sample scars...all that and molting too.
He moves on to his belt then, unfastening it and tugging it free from its loops and letting it drop to the floor. He'll deal with it later.
He uses his human hand to undo the button and zipper on his pants and he pauses, taking the time to inhale and exhale some deep breaths. He is not worried about Reinhardt ogling him...or judging him since it is painfully clear they are beyond that....but still...he hasn't willingly let anyone see him this...exposed. Oh, the scientists of Moebious have seen everything. They undoubtedly had pictures and files and samples of every poke and prod they took from every inch of him. He needs a moment. Or several.
After a final deep exhale, Alexei let his pants drop and he stepped out of them. The pattern continued, as one would assume, the infestation traveling down the left side of his body, covering everything and twisting it to its needs. His left foot is human sized, but the toes are elongated and the nails are thicket and longer than the ones on his right. In comparison, his right side look mostly unscathed.
But...it is suddenly clear that the bulge in his pants is actually part of his carapace...and he's not using anything right now so it stays concealed. All of it. It comes in handy to have a built in codpiece sometimes...especially in his line of work. He'd give Zerg evolution that, at least....it was, if anything, practical.
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"Spasibo.. It should be alright in a few days when the new carapace hardens. Once that happens it is fine...even if the skin has not completely grown over it again."
He stops and blinks when Reinhardt presses that kiss into his forehead. The infested Terran smiles and gives a slight sigh.
"Spasibo again...for your help."
He means it.
It means to world to him that his beloved remains by his side and is helping. It feels...good? More than good but what is it really?
He'll concern himself with that later. His knight is setting him down and Alexei gently unhooked his extra limbs as he eased to the ground.
Once on the ground, Stukov began the arduous task of removing his jacket that was practically glued to him at this point. That poor coat had been through almost as much as he had. Fortunately the water Reinhardt is running is hot enough that steam and humidity fill the air-perfect...exactly what he needs. Bit by bit, he manages to coax off the jacket, taking a lot of slime and some chunks of dead skin with it.
His sweater is next and it peels off easier now that there is humidity in the room. Underneath it is nothign Reinhardt has not seen before. An almost perfect split of Zerg and Terran with places there two meet and twist over and into each other. Scar tissue from old battle wounds, as well as surgery and tissue sample scars...all that and molting too.
He moves on to his belt then, unfastening it and tugging it free from its loops and letting it drop to the floor. He'll deal with it later.
He uses his human hand to undo the button and zipper on his pants and he pauses, taking the time to inhale and exhale some deep breaths. He is not worried about Reinhardt ogling him...or judging him since it is painfully clear they are beyond that....but still...he hasn't willingly let anyone see him this...exposed. Oh, the scientists of Moebious have seen everything. They undoubtedly had pictures and files and samples of every poke and prod they took from every inch of him. He needs a moment. Or several.
After a final deep exhale, Alexei let his pants drop and he stepped out of them. The pattern continued, as one would assume, the infestation traveling down the left side of his body, covering everything and twisting it to its needs. His left foot is human sized, but the toes are elongated and the nails are thicket and longer than the ones on his right. In comparison, his right side look mostly unscathed.
But...it is suddenly clear that the bulge in his pants is actually part of his carapace...and he's not using anything right now so it stays concealed. All of it. It comes in handy to have a built in codpiece sometimes...especially in his line of work. He'd give Zerg evolution that, at least....it was, if anything, practical.