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[goldenglasses]

[War, earthquakes, rain of monsters, and then being human for a week, he had hoped that slight grinding noise he was hearing in his prosthetic arm would have been repaired. No such luck. In fact, it seems like it might have gotten a little worse. The response time seems a little slow, which isn’t good for a quick draw expert.

Which is why he finds himself at the smithy today. He tried to see what was wrong himself, but it’s a bit awkward trying to look at your own arm.] Hello, uh… is Winry here? [It seems like a long shot, but he remembers her mentioning once that she made prosthetics. Although, he's worried his might be a little more advance than what she's seen.

Later on, he’ll also be making a stop to the flower shop to check on the flowers, before hanging around the plaza for some people watching.]

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[goldenglasses]

Well... actually I think something got lose during the war. [He used that arm to block more than he usually did.] I was going to fix it, but then there was that earthquake and I thought I heard something give a little more... and well... then there were monsters all over the place and - [I turned human for a week and had a real arm] it's just gotten worse.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Hmm, you might have multiple problems then. Do you just want this looked at, or would you like me to fashion you something new?

[goldenglasses]

Could you see if you could just fix the problem? I'm... kinda fond of this one. [Like how he can hide another gun inside of it. Sorry, but he still doesn't know anything about your skills in this area.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Sure thing.

Seeing as nothing is broken on the outside the damage shouldn't be too severe. You've probably knocked a gear loose, or something of the like. I'll be checking the whole arm just in case. If the damage is worse than I expect, I'll be able to salvage some parts from a prototype of mine.

[goldenglasses]

The whole arm? [He's a little uneasy, not use to having someone he hardly knows poking at him.] Better safe than sorry I guess.

You're working on a prototype? [Maybe this was a good idea after all. She seems to really know what she's doing.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Why of course! Working with automail is my profession, and I wouldn't give it up just because this place has limited materials! I used to have multiple, but a lot were lost during the quake because I left them in my room.

Have I ever shown you my work?

One day he'll stop being so shy and I'll use a different icon

[goldenglasses]

[Shakes his head] No, you haven't. [Small laugh] So I guess this isn't too advance for you at all.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

It's right up my alley. Now would you know what looks out of place? I'm not familiar with this exact construction so you may have to help me.

[goldenglasses]

[Well, there are a few gears with a crack in them that will probably need replacing but there's something else he spots right away. Also some lose screws.] Ah, these two gears here, they're out of aliment. That's probably what the grinding noise is.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I'll replace those gears. The cracked and misaligned ones. The cogs are probably less than perfect because of the grinding. After I finish that I'll take a look at the upper half of your arm. The elbow joint is working fine, yes?

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, it hasn't given me any problems.

Sorry you had to take apart your prototype.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I'll be making plenty more in the future.

[goldenglasses]

Well, thanks anyway, I appreciate this.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

No problem! It's my job, and I'm glad to finally be able to do it again.

[goldenglasses]

Well, I try to take good care of it, but I guess I know who to ask if something goes wrong again.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I'm your girl! It's not very often I get customers here.

[goldenglasses]

[He's a good client and does as told.] Like this?

Hehe, well, I suppose bad business means people are doing a good job keeping all their limbs. An amazing feat at times in Luceti.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Yep! No grinding noise, you're good.

Most of the business in the prosthetic field lost their limbs prior to coming to Luceti. Which, you're right, is pretty weird considering how crazy it is here.

[goldenglasses]

Well, sorry I can't say I hope your business picks up. I'm ready for a vacation from all the madness myself.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I understand.

Well, Mr. Vash, you're free to go.

[goldenglasses]

Ah! Thanks! [Flexes it a few more times.] It's good as new.

And just Vash is fine. Thank you Winry!