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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]

[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!