He's not quite perfect. Not yet... not that he ever will be, with those red eyes, but Adam swallows down that disturbing feeling. He notes, at least, that H-13 is perfect in other ways. His movement, his slight smile. He doubts he will continue smiling once he begins his work, but it still gives him some satisfaction.
He places the synthetic fibers over the tear, and then the tool he's holding whirs to life, melting the skin so it can blend in. Adam doesn't do shoddy patch jobs.
At least it only takes a minute, and then Adam moves back, observing his work with a gentle smile.
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Date: 2016-08-23 12:54 am (UTC)He places the synthetic fibers over the tear, and then the tool he's holding whirs to life, melting the skin so it can blend in. Adam doesn't do shoddy patch jobs.
At least it only takes a minute, and then Adam moves back, observing his work with a gentle smile.
"Perfect. We can move on, then."