Chell was quiet as he followed; he was going to be more cautious on any stair-steps and doorways, and inclined to want to set the boxes down not far inside the building. The first order of business was to get it in out of the weather, after all, and then they could deal with getting it to where it ought to go, once it was no longer in danger of being soaked further.
At least it was easy enough for him to set the boxes down, when he did, leaning them forward against the wall before he crouched and pulled his hands out from under them. That was when it was more apparent what he'd done with his own structure, as he stood back up, the view of his front then less obstructed. However he'd accomplished it, it looked like he'd shifted forward his shoulders, and turned the top part of his torso while he was at it. He corrected the latter as he turned back toward the door to make another trip, his shiny armor plates riding a little against one another for a moment before their bottoms lifted up and out subtly, to re-settle as he finished straightening back out. He wasn't wearing armor after all; those pieces were attached to him, just as surely as leaves on more ordinary trees were. He'd doubtless grown his plating. But it left the question of what his structure looked like beneath those bits that gave him a more humanoid silhouette....
If someone wanted to continue helping him load up more boxes to carry, they'd probably make short work of it before the boxes themselves were soaked through and lost structural stability. And if not... he'd just have to do what he could by stacking the boxes up first, and then attempting to lift them like that. Either way, he wasn't going to complain about it, simply keep going until there was nothing left to bring in from the rain....
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Date: 2024-01-01 04:29 am (UTC)At least it was easy enough for him to set the boxes down, when he did, leaning them forward against the wall before he crouched and pulled his hands out from under them. That was when it was more apparent what he'd done with his own structure, as he stood back up, the view of his front then less obstructed. However he'd accomplished it, it looked like he'd shifted forward his shoulders, and turned the top part of his torso while he was at it. He corrected the latter as he turned back toward the door to make another trip, his shiny armor plates riding a little against one another for a moment before their bottoms lifted up and out subtly, to re-settle as he finished straightening back out. He wasn't wearing armor after all; those pieces were attached to him, just as surely as leaves on more ordinary trees were. He'd doubtless grown his plating. But it left the question of what his structure looked like beneath those bits that gave him a more humanoid silhouette....
If someone wanted to continue helping him load up more boxes to carry, they'd probably make short work of it before the boxes themselves were soaked through and lost structural stability. And if not... he'd just have to do what he could by stacking the boxes up first, and then attempting to lift them like that. Either way, he wasn't going to complain about it, simply keep going until there was nothing left to bring in from the rain....