To tell the truth, I was worried about where you might go with "a face mask that breathes".
I'm glad no one said anything.
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Oops.
The symbiant was angry.
The micro claws gripped his face tightly to convey the displeasure.
Most symbiotes of this variety were rather pleasant.
He’d lucked out.
He’d been saddled with the most curmudgeonly symbote they had.
The rumor was that they had been genetically modified from terrestrial cats.
How ridiculous!
His face mask wriggled, threatening to scramble around his head like an enraged squirrel and thus make him a spectacle among the residents of Zorfra 7.
Ask my great-niece about that...her Other Auntie sent me some Sci-Fi books and at the bottom of the box was a frog mask, since I collect amphibian things.
My Other Sister and her daughter and grandaughter came to visit. When I answered the door in said mask, the Munchkin bolted to her mom screaming, “SCARE ME! SCARE ME!”
Although it was not my intent to scare anyone, I realized that face masks are not to be worn in mixed (generation) company. (My bad.)