Alva? [ The first thing that comes from Andyr's lips when he hears the voice, not even recognizing the aborted syllable "buck" to mean anything that might have been a name. But, once his eyes find the source, there's an immediate frown on his lips, brows knit. Where he's from, clones are something that happen on a daily basis. Hell, Andyr has probably thousands of them scattered across the globe, but the thing he's certain of is that Alvary did not have the genetics in him to allow for cloning. That, and, he's never seen Alva without a beard, so he very well could look like this. ]
The fuck. You look like an infant. [ 'This' being some handful of years younger. ] Who shaved you?
[ However, luckily for Steve, just the fact he looks like one of the only two people in Andyr's world that he trusts means he's already relaxing a bit, some of the tension bleeding away, even if he does still jerk to the side when anyone passes by him too closely. ]
fkldas no shh i love it :333c
The fuck. You look like an infant. [ 'This' being some handful of years younger. ] Who shaved you?
[ However, luckily for Steve, just the fact he looks like one of the only two people in Andyr's world that he trusts means he's already relaxing a bit, some of the tension bleeding away, even if he does still jerk to the side when anyone passes by him too closely. ]