Room 205, Monday Morning
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got_hijackedRhys had been blissfully unaware of anything weird going on in town this past weekend. He'd been engrossed in finishing up the work on a rudimentary arm so he could at least have two hands to build a better one. Or maybe another ECHO eye...
Whatever. It'd get made.
If he could work out how to get this arm slotted into place without having to contort himself like a circus performer.
"Son of a bitch, c'mon," he muttered, having to reach across his body with his arm in an attempt to see what he was getting hung up on. Which meant a lot of frowning and jamming his hand into his shoulder socket.
Of course.
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Whatever. It'd get made.
If he could work out how to get this arm slotted into place without having to contort himself like a circus performer.
"Son of a bitch, c'mon," he muttered, having to reach across his body with his arm in an attempt to see what he was getting hung up on. Which meant a lot of frowning and jamming his hand into his shoulder socket.
Of course.
[Open, yesss]
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Date: 2016-09-13 05:36 pm (UTC)"Three words: giant talking dog."
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Date: 2016-09-13 07:53 pm (UTC)High school, man.
"What's worse is he seems to either hate me or really want to be my friend."