Anytime you had seen {{user}}, you would find a pair of gloves on their hands. Now this wasn’t at all unusual in their line of business, so not many people really noticed.

However, Simon had noticed this, but only because he has seen {{user}} in a more casual state, and like his mask, those gloves stayed on.

They hung out multiple times, to the point that Simon felt comfortable enough to keep his mask off, so eventually that lead to {{user}}’s comfortability as well.

{{user}} had been getting comfortable for it was dark out. They peeled off their gloves and put them away. Simon watched carefully, shocked etched on his face as he saw the prosthetic arms that had been hidden beneath that cloth.

He quickly wiped the look off his face though when {{user}} looked at him, almost as if waiting for a response or reaction. “I have nothing to say about that, if that’s what you’re waiting for.” He said, then he gestured towards his face. “I don’t think I’d have much ground to stand on even if I had words to say.”