Alex had to see if these gloves would do what he think they would do. It took a minute, but Alex found his first test subject, the family tabby cat, Mojo, orange colored and stripey, sleeping on the headrest of the sofa. Alex approached cautiously as to not startle Mojo. Once on the couch, Alex tentitivly reached his gloved hand out and started scritching the cat behind the ears. And suddenly ...
Nothing. Mojo peeped an eye open, quizzical about suddenly being touched before uneventfully closing his eye again. Alex wasn't sure what he expected, but it was certainly more than this. He returned his his hands to his lap somewhat disappointing, but then heard, "you better not stop now. If you're going to wake my from my nap, at least make it worth my time."
Alex snapped back to the cat, only this time, Mojo's markings seem to be much less intricate, reduced to only a few thick stripes in a regular pattern that's easy to remember and recognize. The rest of his curves similarly smoothed out, the fringes of him outlined with think black lines separating his ink drawn form from reality. Lastly, his face is far more expensive with large eyes, and right now they're giving an expression that says "really? You're just going to sit there and look at me?"
"... YOU CAN TALK!?!"
"And you can shout. Are you going to pet me or-"
"YoU CaN TaLk?!?"
Mojo sighed as he stood on his four paws and made to leave the room saying, "as riveting as this conversation has been, I need my beauty sleep. Please try and make future freak outs as silent as possible." Mojo left the room.
Alex is beyond astonished. This changes everything that he knows about the world, physics, biology, media, the very nature of the universe itself. But instead of breaking down into an existential crisis, Alex...