016 ♐ Audio: Have some technical problems.

[musclebeast]

I'm looking- [His voice is a bit choppy and horse hoarse. Sounds shaken.]

For some assistance- Preferably someone competent and possibly with either medical or technological expertise- or both. I've experienced something execrable and demand a reply.

-Now, gosh darnit.

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[implying]

I do want to. And I believe I've seen others work on myself enough to be of some help.

we can hand wave it or play it out, whatever you'd like

[musclebeast]

Help accepted then. I will contact you when it is necessary. [Probably later that night.]

i'm down with playing it out! log, or action it up here?

[implying]

And sooner than that, if you'd like. If you're having any difficulty with anything else.

we can just action it in here unless you're due for a log or something

[musclebeast]

[...]

Yes, well, acknowledged, speak to you then, Vanadi.

naw, i'm good with action

[implying]

Until then, my dear.

Aight -> audio/Action: Time skip to that evening.

[musclebeast]

[He's eaten, cleaned up a bit, enjoyed some time with others- friends?- and then got back to work on his prototype hand. Mostly tinkering, though everything's so much slower with one less hand of his own. Eventually though- after a lot of internal worrying and arguing- he finally sends Vanadi a voice message.]

Extending and invitation now, if you're still interested. I'm in my respitblock. [As opposed to the work shop, it still kinda of smells like blood and that's not exactly appealing for long periods of time. Mostly because it reminds him of Nepeta...]

[implying]

[ Vanadi picks up immediately, like he'd had his tablet on him waiting for the call. ]

I'll be there shortly.

[ And so he is, in just a few minutes. He knocks lightly and steps back to wait, feeling half sick with anticipation of what he'll see. ]

[musclebeast]

[Equius opens the door, but there's a bit of a wait. He was fussing with himself, his appearance, only to abandon it and finally move to the door. When it opens, the smell of blood and sweat on him is gone, having managed the most awkward of showers, and eventually clean and dress his wound. If attention is being given to Equius's hand by Vanadi, it looks like he as some of his palm still, but his fingers are completely gone. It's wrapped and the fabric is only a little blue here and there. But Equius does well to mostly hide his left arm away from him, bending it behind his back and then infront of him when he finally does end up walking away and to his room.]

[He might not- be important to Vanadi anymore, despite his own feelings- but he knew Vanadi's feelings on scars and prosthetics. So to mangle his own body like this only makes Equius feel even worse to have Vanadi see him. Undesirable is a good word, to the point where his stomach churns and breathing picks up. It's true he wanted his company, he always does, Equius has unending attachment issues, but- looking like this? He could do with Vanadi not visiting him too.]

Hello. [Said almost coldy, forcing that need to immediately treat Vanadi with that usual softness warranted for his red quadrants away. Equius turns and moves back to the hallway, heading to his room, the door open. There he has his work bench set up and what looks to be his current project- a hand.]

[implying]

[ He notes the relative coolness, as well as the way Equius holds his hand almost incidentally out of sight. He's sure he can guess why — but neither fact bother him. He steps in quickly after him, his study close on Equius's face, body language, whatever is visible. ]

Hello, Equius. [ It sounds almost tired. He waits until they've reached his room before speaking again, hesitantly: ] How... did it happen?

[musclebeast]

I wasn't being cautious enough when modifying Earthen tech. [A disgruntled kind of sigh, sitting in a way that makes his left hand be the furthest from Vanadi, facing his work bench still.]

[implying]

Ah.

[ He hovers for a moment, not sure what to do with himself. But then, well, the answer is kind of obvious, isn't it? Comfort is needed, no matter the front Equius may be wearing. So he moves closer, resting an arm gently across his shoulders, while the other hand brushes against his hair. ]

Does it still hurt?

[musclebeast]

[His breath shortens and he curls forward a little, towards the work bench.]

Mildly. As long as I don't exert the use of my left limb it's tolerable.

[implying]

Tolerable is a start.

[ He shifts from a lean to a drape, with his own gloved left hand running down Equius's left arm, with the right one loops loosely around his neck, and Vanadi's chin settled between his horns. ]

There are healers here, you know — Adrasteius, he works wonders. He can ease any lingering pains.