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Date: 2015-05-24 09:00 pm (UTC)
workingonitsir: (Not buying it)
Oh, soft. Soft? SOFT. Oh, oh, oh. Jarvis could get accustomed to things feeling like this and he didn't hesitate to wrap it around himself. It wasn't warm, but it was already keeping the chill of his skin.

His fascination with the blanket took him out of the conversation for a few minutes as they discussed the reactor image on his chest, and whether or not it was detrimental to him.

Finally he looked up as Sam asked if it hurt, and then Tony asking pretty much the same thing.

"No, I believe everything is in order. Perhaps we should do a physical to see if it's true?" Jarvis put a hand to his chest, trying to feel what was a human heartbeat underneath it. It was warm, pulsing to continue his existence in this form as he stood there covered in a soft blanket and the remains of his Grid suit on his legs.
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