[The frustration goes all the way out of his sails at the quiet voice. Something in him can't bring himself to be irritated, once he hears it. So when he turns, it's with a much milder expression.]
[And... this person isn't wrong. Shiro's face creases in the sort of grimace one wears when you realize you've asked a stupid question.]
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[And... this person isn't wrong. Shiro's face creases in the sort of grimace one wears when you realize you've asked a stupid question.]
No - I get that. It's - metal.
[Why is it metal.]