"That your species is superior?" he asks, head cocked slightly.
But then he's looking down at her bare foot, then his decidedly not bare foot, then back up at her face, expression skeptical. Compromise, he reminds himself... and maybe just a small part of him doesn't want to disappoint her when she seems so happy. So after a moment he runs the controller in the palm of his gauntlet over the vacuum seals above his ankles, allowing him to peel off his foot coverings very much like socks--exceptionally thick, sturdy, vacuum-tight socks--to reveal unnaturally pale, slightly hairy feet. Given his otherwise dark complexion, they've clearly never seen the light of day.
He sinks them into the warm sand with a surprised huff at how nice it feels without any barrier in the way, and sets about neatly folding his 'socks' and tucking them away in one of the pouches hanging from the the belt he wears his blasters on. "Is your home like this?" he asks, hesitating for a moment before he repeats the entire process with his gauntlets and tucks them away as well. His hands aren't quite as washed out from lack of sun, though they're a good few shades lighter than his face.
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Date: 2017-02-07 03:59 am (UTC)But then he's looking down at her bare foot, then his decidedly not bare foot, then back up at her face, expression skeptical. Compromise, he reminds himself... and maybe just a small part of him doesn't want to disappoint her when she seems so happy. So after a moment he runs the controller in the palm of his gauntlet over the vacuum seals above his ankles, allowing him to peel off his foot coverings very much like socks--exceptionally thick, sturdy, vacuum-tight socks--to reveal unnaturally pale, slightly hairy feet. Given his otherwise dark complexion, they've clearly never seen the light of day.
He sinks them into the warm sand with a surprised huff at how nice it feels without any barrier in the way, and sets about neatly folding his 'socks' and tucking them away in one of the pouches hanging from the the belt he wears his blasters on. "Is your home like this?" he asks, hesitating for a moment before he repeats the entire process with his gauntlets and tucks them away as well. His hands aren't quite as washed out from lack of sun, though they're a good few shades lighter than his face.