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

Elidyr walked into the shop slowly, shyly almost. A bell rung clear as day behind him and the door shut abruptly, leading him to fiddle with his thumbs as he waited for whoever tended to the store to come out of the back room.

Sure, he was getting a little crazy with his hands; sure, he was putting them over an open fire. All to impress some guy that won't even talk to him now. His 'skin' has melted, and he thinks that he might've melted some of the more delicate wiring inside because his sense of touch has been off ever since the incident. He'd been to all of the mechanic shops around Vale other than this one and none of them had been able to repair the complexity of his hands.

Coming back to reality, he glances up at the desk and notices that it still seems to be empty. He resounds a small, "Hello? Is anybody there?" Hoping to get their attention. 