Locked to X and Alia
The doors to X's quarters opened with a quiet, familiar hiss - and the reploid's helmet flew into the room, making a wide arc in the air and landing in the far corner of the room.
"Dammit..." - A quiet curse followed and X followed his headgear, walking into the room and as he looked at the palm of his hand. The injuries that he gained in the last adventure still didn't heal - and his hands were covered with rather nasty burns and wounds. The only things that kept them from bleeding were the bandages on both of his hands - and even those turned dark crimson by now.
As the door closed behind the blue-armored reploid, he approached the table and carefully untied the bandages to see the state of his wounds. Several drops of coolant dropped on the floor - and X grimaced slightly, observing the burns.
...Alia would give him hell if she'd see that - and that wasn't something X really wanted to think about.
"Dammit..." - A quiet curse followed and X followed his headgear, walking into the room and as he looked at the palm of his hand. The injuries that he gained in the last adventure still didn't heal - and his hands were covered with rather nasty burns and wounds. The only things that kept them from bleeding were the bandages on both of his hands - and even those turned dark crimson by now.
As the door closed behind the blue-armored reploid, he approached the table and carefully untied the bandages to see the state of his wounds. Several drops of coolant dropped on the floor - and X grimaced slightly, observing the burns.
...Alia would give him hell if she'd see that - and that wasn't something X really wanted to think about.