Oct 30, 2017
"Oh, look at you! That thing you're wearing is gorgeous! What is it? An exo suit? No, can't be, your arm is a prosthetic innit?"
Samuel would glance at the other with a brow raised– a single hand resting against his hip as he tried ( and failed ) to hide his amusement at just how chatty and curious he was being. It was a rare sight in this day and age– an age of war. ❝Right on all counts, my friend.❞ He’d eventually respond, flexing his right arm briefly, before allowing it to fall back to his side, comfortably, and offering a slight tilt of his head. ❝Gotta’ say, that’s the first time anyone’s taken more interest in this heap of scrap than my blade, though. You’re an odd one.❞
