[ It's arguably weirder for the man removing said limb, who eyes the cyborg carefully for signs of discomfort before awkwardly hefting it's weight onto his lap. Taking the canned air in hand, he peers first into the shoulder socket and applies a sharp hiss of air into various nooks and crannies. It leaves the metal cooler to the touch with each application, but he's pretty sure he's seeing results. ]
Pretty sure I missed the part where you and I first met.
...When you were younger. And me older.
[ Gladio says in a low voice, between blasts of air. He straightens up and starts non-chalantly attending to the limb next. ]
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Pretty sure I missed the part where you and I first met.
...When you were younger. And me older.
[ Gladio says in a low voice, between blasts of air. He straightens up and starts non-chalantly attending to the limb next. ]