a decision for making passions
No ether lines, no ears, no wings! Just two honest hands, and then another two more.
There's a Consul A from up some colony...well, he seems to have forgotten which. He seems to have forgotten to wear his helmet, most times, and he definitely seems to have forgotten, or pointedly ignored, whatever shape he's got in his Iris (the left one? ah, yes).
But the Ouroboros have brought him along, and he takes one look at the Thousand Carrot sprouts and both eyes light up gold.
"I remember how to tend those...I think. Certainly can't hurt!"
He asks for kneepads, instead of greaves, and busies himself stretching, and Zeon thinks, Well. Isn't that charming.