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They’re so pretty, despite them hiding behind the rather thick glasses, those descriptive goggles of Tech’s. The eyes so gorgeous, the onlooker unable to keep sinking deep within them.
Many names he might be called: Trooper, Brother, Genius, Goggles, Hey You perhaps, but the one name most certainly earned by those adoring this very clone. Brown Eyes.
The one brief lapse in the onlooker’s judgment a fatal mistake, as staring too long into the gaze so powerful, so strong, will cause them to become enthralled.
Falling deeper into the depths, sinking in there, swimming in the lusciousness of it all, those eyes keeping on, staring, analysing, calculating, all knowing, loving perhaps.
Alas, the owner of said gaze, those brownest of eyes, hardly knows what he possesses. Simply moving along, as if nothing was wrong, with those having been caught in the net of those Brown Eyes of Tech’s.
Thankfully though, with or without the awareness of his own, Tech will let those caught in his gaze a moment longer to dwell, with adoration and falling perhaps deeper, the lure so perfect.
Alas, sooner than later, he with his eyes will move on, leaving those adoring fans far behind, while travelling out there to the galaxy wide, perhaps to catch more into his net, the one Tech does not even know he does possess.
A blessing or a curse, Tech, remaining unfazed, and perhaps it’s all for the better as well.
As those Brown Eyes of his, are a lethal weapon if anything else, as Tech, continues to casting them spells.