Clothes.
Jayce looked himself in the mirror and stared long and hard in utter silence. Looking through the mask he almost looked identical to Viktor himself if not that Jayce had wider shoulders. It truly showed how impersonal Viktor’s outfit was.
" This outfit is so stupid- Ow! "
The robotic hand attached to the left shoulder flicked him on the head. Jayce looked up to the hand.
" Did you just hit me? "
The hand turns away as if nothing had happen and ignored Jayce.
" Oh attitude huh? " Jayce was not amused by this sassy hand. Trying to find out how to take off this mask Jayce starts complaining once more.
" How do you even, ugh… Take off this thing… Such clumsy desi- "
The robotic hand smacked him in the back of his head. Tripping forward he soon there after froze as his silly balancing pose. For a few second he felt stress pounding against his temples as he took a deep breath.
" Oh so that’s how you wanna play huh you piece of scrap?! " Taking a choke hold of the arm the robotic arm slaps Jayce across the face, who still got the mask on.
The rest of that evening was spent in a wrestle between a middle aged man and a mechanical limb. Till Jayce found a wrench to beat and detach the arm through sheer violence.
This was far from the word ’ fun ‘.
