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[So we've been stuck on the poison moon for a couple months now, so a lot of people probably want to get away from that.

Unfortunately, the only place you really can get away from it besides your own ship is the Iskaulit. So, here's a June Iskaulit mingle!]

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["normal" hahaha. Hank stares at him for a moment before he looks away, shaking his head]

Not - not in my world. I'm anything but normal-looking.

But your eyes are just like any other human's--there's nothing strange about them at all. [ Sascha says this, and reaches to take Hank's chin automatically to see if he can't prompt the other to look back so that he can see them again. His UV shades keep his a bit obscured, but if Hank looks close enough past the glare on the lens he might notice that Sascha lacks an iris entirely. He's nothing but pupil, fully dilated so as to take in the maximum amount of light. ]

They're not—[he blinks but goes with the tug, leaning down some to make it easier to see. His eyes aren't green like they normally are, but a yellow-orange color instead.

He does note Sascha's eyes, but then again, he knows Sascha is a vampire, too. Or at the very least not human. Hell, his girlfriend has yellow eyes. Eyes don't bother him]

[ They're the number one indicator of a vampire back home and a sure-fire way to out someone, so where Sascha's concerned? Eyes are always the most important thing on a person. It lets him know who's "like him" and okay to approach. Or who isn't, and that he should be more distant.

Not that he does that anyway. ]

They're perfect♥ Just like any other human.

[he faintly shakes his head and takes a step back, looking anywhere but at Sascha. It's like he's found all of Hank's buttons and gently pushing them to see which one does what]

If only.

[ which button gets him a father ]

They are, [ he insists, almost stubbornly. Gently and stubbornly. ] Back home your eyes would be just fine. You have the colour part and the black part, and everything that makes them nice.

[ he doesn't. One look at his and he's as good as hunted. ]

No one would ever want to hunt you down because of them.

No . . . I wouldn't be hunted because of my eyes. [it's somewhat agreeing; they wouldn't hunt him down just because of that. His eyes were the closest thing to normal he had, looking like this.

He's reminded of an argument on a plane and shakes his head, looking down]

I'd be hunted for other reasons. [his part in the events of Cuba, in Paris, in Washington - Trask may be in jail but that didn't mean there weren't more like him] It's not - safe to walk around like this. Not yet.

[he wants to hope that'll change, but . . . then again, he's still uncertain]

But it's safe here...right? On the ships?

Even though I'm not human, no one's tried to get rid of me yet. [ And in his mind he's the worst thing that can possibly exist. So clearly if he's tolerable, Hank must be. He doesn't even eat people to survive! ]

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It's safe here, as far as I can tell. [no one's said anything to him, at the very least, and he hasn't scared anyone. But he's also been incredibly careful about it.

He won't point out that despite his eyes, Sascha looks more human than he does] If it wasn't, you wouldn't see me like this. No one would.

Lucky then! [ And he genuinely means that. He'd actually find Hank weirder without fur at this point, because between him and Kurt he's getting pretty attached to his furry blue monsters. ]

[he has no idea how to handle this, at all, whatsoever. It's one thing hearing this sort of thing from Erik or Raven, or even the other mutants, but - even then he can barely accept it from them]

I - suppose?

[ Welcome to someone who actually had it worse than you, Hank ]

Definitely, no suppose! I'm super-glad I got to meet you after you did science to yourself!

[oh my god Sascha don't say it that way]

I, uh. I'm - glad too? [HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO TAKE THIS AT ALL]

[ TAKE IT, AND THEN TAKE THIS HUG YOU'RE GETTING. ]

[SASCHA STOP OVERWHELMING HIM.

Awkwardly . . . pats him on the back . . . ]

[ NOPE NEVER, this is the first time in his life he's ever been able to get away with so much physical affection, you're doomed Hank.

The awkward pat only reinforces the hug!!!! ]

[what has he done, he has made mistakes]

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