They call me the Vision. Or simply Vision. A pleasure.
[ he does, in fact, register the pun. it makes him furrow his brow slightly as heβ
lifts a hand. in the air above two long fingers, a luminous, seemingly digitized outline of the necessary peg shape begins to form. he tilts his head slightly and a line adjusts at an angle, a subtle fix for a flaw only he can see. and then: it exists, and vision is taking it carefully from midair, touching his tongue briefly to his thumb before beginning to notch the peg into the necessary place.
speaking as he works, as if none of this was out of the ordinary: ]
Do you ... like that nickname? Iβm not sure it sounds very friendly.
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[ he does, in fact, register the pun. it makes him furrow his brow slightly as heβ
lifts a hand. in the air above two long fingers, a luminous, seemingly digitized outline of the necessary peg shape begins to form. he tilts his head slightly and a line adjusts at an angle, a subtle fix for a flaw only he can see. and then: it exists, and vision is taking it carefully from midair, touching his tongue briefly to his thumb before beginning to notch the peg into the necessary place.
speaking as he works, as if none of this was out of the ordinary: ]
Do you ... like that nickname? Iβm not sure it sounds very friendly.