[ The look Takoda gives when Ian pokes him, a brow lifted and creased, looking at the other like he grew a second head. It takes him a moment to realize he no longer feels constricted by his clothing, that he can actually move, and when he does his gaze snaps down at himself. His mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out, hands roaming his body as if he has to make sure he's seeing what he's seeing.]
no subject
What the fu—
[ He looks at Ian, dumbfounded. ]
What the fuck is that?