|黒鋼 ◦ k u r o g a n e (angrytol) wrote in s1deb0x,|
@ 2017-03-27 13:06:00
|Entry tags:||!log, fay d. flourite, kurogane, ▻sen country|
WHO: Kurogane and Fay (and maybe godmodded Mokona?)
WHAT: Domesticity and problems with prosthetics. Also, there be fail!peens here.
WHEN: I guess this is technically before mu5eb0x, but time doesn't have to flow linearly between worlds, so~~~~~
WHERE: Sen Country
Kurogane was not built for cleaning.
Literally. He'd been sweeping the outdoor paths at the hot springs for about twenty minutes when the join between his mechanical arm and his skin had begun to sting, and though he'd ignored it steadfastly, he was now beginning to wonder if some debris had gotten caught in it.
"Tche." He tried to roll the shoulder out, but the stinging just wouldn't go away. In fact, the sensation seemed to burrow into the still-healing wound, calling more and more attention to itself with every passing minute.
Eventually, he had to take a look. After making sure Fay wasn't around to do... whatever idiots did when they saw people cleaning out mechanical arms (Fuss? Worry? Call him dumb pet names?), Kurogane leaned the broom gently on a bench and sat to examine it, shuffling his shoulder out of the top of his yukata just enough to see the join where metal and wire met tan flesh.
A spot stood out red and enflamed right at the inside of his arm, difficult to see and get to with his hands but easy as hell to feel. Kurogane couldn't tell what the problem was - there was no immediately visible leaf or dust or anything - but yes, something had definitely gotten in. "Dammit," he muttered, and reached for the spot with his right hand. Maybe he could brush away whatever had offended the tricky, sensitive and altogether imperfect piece of machinery.