Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26681134-20160629072855/@comment-24684131-20160629080945

Altan blinked, looked at the hands, looked up at the man, blinked again, and then back down at the hands.

"Well...uh...that...certainly is a thing." He managed out, obviously completely taken off guard. He took a moment to process, taking a slow breath as he straightened up and scratched his cheek.

He reckoned that if the boy was here, it was likely he had tried most other places, and really couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Altan let out the breath after a moment and nodded, giving the boy a warm, reassuring smile. "Alllllrighty. Prosthetics. I won't know if I can fix 'em until you tell me what y'did to 'em." He said, before turning and motioning for the boy to follow. "C'mon now, ya'look like you could use somethin' t'drink kid."