[AaaAAAa that's weird, and Chatterclock shakes his arm out and rubs his shoulder as Yu stumbles over his report, explain how it feels to touch him. His movements slow as Yu describes it, as he listens with no small wonder, but then flushes and laughs a little when Yu looks back up, if for no other reason than that he's been caught making eye contact.]

Cool.

[It is. It's very cool.

Chatterclock looks down at himself again, somewhat flustered, and smooths his shirtfront down, scrutinizes his own slim arms, his slender chest.]

Wonder if this is what I looked like. You know, before.

[He tilts his head at the sword.]

If there was a before, I guess.

[He flexes an arm to test its strength, its mobility, and hums a doubtful note. He lifts it up, appraising himself.]

Past me should've lifted more, maybe.