[Demyx stands up to grab his shirt and ties it around his waist as some semblance of privacy so he can shuck his pants off - he'd found out the hard way that they will rip if he gets soaked, so he'd rather deal with a wet shirt than a no-pants walk of shame.
Once they've been discarded and tossed somewhere safe, he takes a step back, and runs towards the edge to dive in.
Changing forms was still uncomfortable, mostly in part of everything shifting around and his gills expanding, but it was getting... easier. At least he's been figuring out how to drag himself around outside of the water easier.
Breathing, though? He needs a second here, and he holds a finger up to show it.]
[Connor's transformation has always been rather smooth, simply because he doesn't need to breathe and doesn't feel pain usually. He swims up to Demyx, concerned.]
Are you okay?
[He doesn't know how to make the transformation easier on him, so he just awkwardly pats him on the back.]
[Demyx does seem distressed, and Connor wonders what needing to breathe is like. A hassle, by the looks of it.]
While I can simulate breathing, I don't actually need to do it... so I never had this problem. I'm not really sure how to help. Do you need me to do anything?
I have lungs. They're only there to emulate breathing, though... I don't need them, necessarily. Androids only breathe and blink in order to make humans feel less uncomfortable around us.
[He gives Demyx some space, choosing to swim in lazy circles around him instead.]
[He lets this sink in, all while sinking further into the water until he's up to his chin. It's... still tricky figuring out the right way to breathe with his gills rather than his actual lungs, but it's easier this way than it is trying to juggle both.
And it also makes it easier for Demyx to gather up the length of his tail into his arms, idly tracing the small, yellow spots between the bigger ones.]
What about... a heart? Or I guess it'd be like... a battery for you guys?
[He gestures for Demyx to follow him, ducking under the water completely. He touches his own chest gently, until the skin starts to deactivate and shows only the white of his plastic in the area between his stomach and his neck. With some focusing, he can make parts of the plastic slowly become see-through, though. And that shows his heart very clearly. A healthy thirium pump is blue, and it beats like a human heart.]
This is my thirium pump. The circle here- [he points to the glowing blue circle in the center of his chest] -is my thirium pump regulator. It regulates my heartbeat, essentially.
[He's not sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't that.
It really is just like something he'd see in a comic or read about in some sci-fi novel on the rare occasion he picked one of them up. And then the color comes through, and Demyx's gills flare.
Now that's cool.]
It's... blue?
[Speaking underwater is still strange, but it's no different than when he'd play around with his old powers. It's just different being able to understand not only himself, but another person as well.]
Er... Can I? [Touch, he wants to say, but it goes unspoken. Instead, he lifts a hand up, but he doesn't move to do anything.]
[He gently taps his fingers over his 'heart', gills flaring again.]
It's just not as easy as popping this bad boy out and slapping a new one in. M'pretty sure you gotta have a replacement from another person, and they gotta match too, but I dunno the details. I just remember hearing something like that on TV.
[But then he grins, and Demyx looks downright mischievous as he draws his hand back.]
Y'know, it sounds really stupid, but hear me out - if I could do that? I'd totally save one of my arms so I could throw it at someone the next time they asked me for a hand with somethin'.
[It's stupid, but god if it wouldn't make a Grade A joke.]
[He snorts, letting momentum push him back in the water and for a moment he simply floats there.]
I'd say I'm not completely terrible, but I don't exactly have a leg to stand on right now.
[He punctuates it with a light thwap of his tail to Connor's own, the edges of it seeming to flash for a split second.]
I've been shot at before, but I've never had anything that needed any serious patching up. I'm kind of a wuss when it comes to anything painful like that, y'know?
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[Demyx stands up to grab his shirt and ties it around his waist as some semblance of privacy so he can shuck his pants off - he'd found out the hard way that they will rip if he gets soaked, so he'd rather deal with a wet shirt than a no-pants walk of shame.
Once they've been discarded and tossed somewhere safe, he takes a step back, and runs towards the edge to dive in.
Changing forms was still uncomfortable, mostly in part of everything shifting around and his gills expanding, but it was getting... easier. At least he's been figuring out how to drag himself around outside of the water easier.
Breathing, though? He needs a second here, and he holds a finger up to show it.]
G-Gim... gimme a sec.
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Are you okay?
[He doesn't know how to make the transformation easier on him, so he just awkwardly pats him on the back.]
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[His gills flare at the touch, but it's not a bad reaction by any means. It just wasn't... totally expected.
C'mon, Demyx. Deep breaths. In, out, and relax.]
S'just, ah... I'm not used to the whole breathing-two-ways thing yet. I probably should've eased in, huh?
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[Demyx does seem distressed, and Connor wonders what needing to breathe is like. A hassle, by the looks of it.]
While I can simulate breathing, I don't actually need to do it... so I never had this problem. I'm not really sure how to help. Do you need me to do anything?
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[Eventually he'll get used to it, but that's neither tomorrow or next week. It's going to take time.]
...So, if you can like, copy it, does that mean you've got lungs and stuff?
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[He gives Demyx some space, choosing to swim in lazy circles around him instead.]
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And it also makes it easier for Demyx to gather up the length of his tail into his arms, idly tracing the small, yellow spots between the bigger ones.]
What about... a heart? Or I guess it'd be like... a battery for you guys?
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[He stops in front of Demyx, watching him.]
It doesn't involve me opening anything up, don't worry.
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That makes the fins on his ears perk, and he tightens his grip on his tail for a moment.]
Huh? You... Uh, sure?
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[He gestures for Demyx to follow him, ducking under the water completely. He touches his own chest gently, until the skin starts to deactivate and shows only the white of his plastic in the area between his stomach and his neck. With some focusing, he can make parts of the plastic slowly become see-through, though. And that shows his heart very clearly. A healthy thirium pump is blue, and it beats like a human heart.]
This is my thirium pump. The circle here- [he points to the glowing blue circle in the center of his chest] -is my thirium pump regulator. It regulates my heartbeat, essentially.
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It really is just like something he'd see in a comic or read about in some sci-fi novel on the rare occasion he picked one of them up. And then the color comes through, and Demyx's gills flare.
Now that's cool.]
It's... blue?
[Speaking underwater is still strange, but it's no different than when he'd play around with his old powers. It's just different being able to understand not only himself, but another person as well.]
Er... Can I? [Touch, he wants to say, but it goes unspoken. Instead, he lifts a hand up, but he doesn't move to do anything.]
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Thirium, the fluid used to power my biocomponents, is blue.
[Red would mean bad. As for the question, Connor comes closer.]
Sure.
[It's not like Demyx can put his hand through the plastic, so that's all he'll feel. But Connor won't stop him.]
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And then he grins, all fangs and teeth, his gills fluttering.]
Dude, that's seriously cool. Having something like this seems like it'd be way better than the ones humans have.
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[But he smiles back, a little more reserved but obviously enjoying himself. The way he swishes his tail is a good indicator.]
I could show you more, but I haven't tried opening my stomach cavity underwater yet and I don't intend to, just incase.
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[His fins twitch a little, and he offers a sheepish smile.]
But I mean, humans only get the one. You guys can get yours repaired and replaced, yeah?
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Can't humans do that, too?
[Admittedly it's not as easy to do as with an android, but...]
You're correct, though. I've had limbs and biocomponents replaced before.
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[He gently taps his fingers over his 'heart', gills flaring again.]
It's just not as easy as popping this bad boy out and slapping a new one in. M'pretty sure you gotta have a replacement from another person, and they gotta match too, but I dunno the details. I just remember hearing something like that on TV.
[But then he grins, and Demyx looks downright mischievous as he draws his hand back.]
Y'know, it sounds really stupid, but hear me out - if I could do that? I'd totally save one of my arms so I could throw it at someone the next time they asked me for a hand with somethin'.
[It's stupid, but god if it wouldn't make a Grade A joke.]
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That's terrible.
[But now he's imagining throwing an arm at someone. He wonders if it would hurt. Probably- Connor could throw it pretty hard.]
One of the first things I got replaced was an arm, actually.
[He touches his left arm thoughtfully.]
I got shot in this one. It didn't bother me, but it would have been a problem if left like that.
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I'd say I'm not completely terrible, but I don't exactly have a leg to stand on right now.
[He punctuates it with a light thwap of his tail to Connor's own, the edges of it seeming to flash for a split second.]
I've been shot at before, but I've never had anything that needed any serious patching up. I'm kind of a wuss when it comes to anything painful like that, y'know?
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I'm not much better with anything painful... I don't usually feel pain, but I can feel it in my Merrow form.
[He's not used to pain, so when he feels it he hates it.]