Something else starts to register. John is-- he might be, maybe-- it's possible John might be self-conscious too.
The human face vanishes like smoke, body going opaque and swirling into a long cloak in changing shades of yellow. The cracked and piecemeal mask under its hood mostly hides an interstellar darkness. The tentacles are sometimes black, sometimes coming from under and around the hem of the cloak, sometimes tinted yellow and coming from the edges of the cloth itself. After a second, he figures out how to scale it up again, roughly matching John's height.
"I-I didn't look like that... when I got here. Not all the time. I had to work hard to make myself look human, and it still slipped sometimes."
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Something else starts to register. John is-- he might be, maybe-- it's possible John might be self-conscious too.
The human face vanishes like smoke, body going opaque and swirling into a long cloak in changing shades of yellow. The cracked and piecemeal mask under its hood mostly hides an interstellar darkness. The tentacles are sometimes black, sometimes coming from under and around the hem of the cloak, sometimes tinted yellow and coming from the edges of the cloth itself. After a second, he figures out how to scale it up again, roughly matching John's height.
"I-I didn't look like that... when I got here. Not all the time. I had to work hard to make myself look human, and it still slipped sometimes."