"Okay, just gotta fix this here aaand--" Arm slid into the cleft of his glider's left wing, tessellated wristband rubbing off the layer of rust that piled in between. "That should do it...probably." What self doubting humor he had.
Maybe this time. It's capricious, but he positions his feet, the ones wrapped in aegis of neutral colors, onto the hub. The decency is fleeting however. And just like last time, he's losing his balance.
"Hey... w-woah!" Plop. "Ouch..."







