[The Soldier was lucky his wounds didn't end up a handicap. Rumlow remembered the awkward, though thankfully brief, transition period where his tail decided to suddenly shoot out his backside, bone and muscle and skin slowly layering over one another. It was simultaneously painful, disgusting and fascinating. Rumlow didn't want a repeat performance.
In any case, he was glad the Soldier's own weren't bleeding anymore, though it did sort of end the point of their daily routine. Not that it really stopped Rumlow. He still did it, it was just more of a bonding thing. And a little sexual. The black flesh was kind of interesting too, even if Rumlow had no idea what it was for, only that it covered something. It felt like bone, not that there was any bone that ought to be there.]
Sounds like a good idea. Though, I wouldn't discount whatever these are. [Rumlow said, fingers rubbing over the blackness again.] I doubt they're just gonna be weird black skin forever.
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Date: 2016-08-22 12:02 am (UTC)In any case, he was glad the Soldier's own weren't bleeding anymore, though it did sort of end the point of their daily routine. Not that it really stopped Rumlow. He still did it, it was just more of a bonding thing. And a little sexual. The black flesh was kind of interesting too, even if Rumlow had no idea what it was for, only that it covered something. It felt like bone, not that there was any bone that ought to be there.]
Sounds like a good idea. Though, I wouldn't discount whatever these are. [Rumlow said, fingers rubbing over the blackness again.] I doubt they're just gonna be weird black skin forever.