[ (There's a slight twitch of his head at those quiet sounds; unnecessary movements, still made regardless. He certainly is being responsive today.)
Rather than answer with words at first, he simply makes a few irritable clicking noises; one of the few remnants of a time when his form was much, much larger than it is now. If it wasn't for their irregular cadence, they would simply be yet another reminder of how similar he is to the devices that he builds and surrounds himself with; they bring to mind the ticking and whirring of gears and mechanisms.
Grimm has an aptitude for remembering his weaknesses and his mistakes, out of what seems to be some kind of amusement. It's...irritating.
(He doesn't know why that is. He doesn't know why it matters so much.
He knows every part of himself, every little thing that goes into this shell to make it function. There is nothing he possibly could have missed, and yet.
He still doesn't know the answer to such a question. It jams in his thoughts like a broken cog, a wayward part without a place to fit.
Irritating.) ]
I am certain.
There is nothing wrong.
[ If nothing else, it's technically true.
Though he still had...lapses, from time to time, more often than he'd like to admit, once sufficiently reminded he had no real problems keeping everything functioning, so to speak. This isn't a matter of his mortal body demanding something of him.
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Rather than answer with words at first, he simply makes a few irritable clicking noises; one of the few remnants of a time when his form was much, much larger than it is now. If it wasn't for their irregular cadence, they would simply be yet another reminder of how similar he is to the devices that he builds and surrounds himself with; they bring to mind the ticking and whirring of gears and mechanisms.
Grimm has an aptitude for remembering his weaknesses and his mistakes, out of what seems to be some kind of amusement. It's...irritating.
(He doesn't know why that is. He doesn't know why it matters so much.
He knows every part of himself, every little thing that goes into this shell to make it function. There is nothing he possibly could have missed, and yet.
He still doesn't know the answer to such a question. It jams in his thoughts like a broken cog, a wayward part without a place to fit.
Irritating.) ]
I am certain.
There is nothing wrong.
[ If nothing else, it's technically true.
Though he still had...lapses, from time to time, more often than he'd like to admit, once sufficiently reminded he had no real problems keeping everything functioning, so to speak. This isn't a matter of his mortal body demanding something of him.
He keeps working at the seal. Almost done. ]