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[icemanr2]

[Rai is in one of the workshops, the black glove he always wears off for once. At first glance, the hand looks natural, but the lines and somewhat off-seeming bone shapes give it away as artificial.

Right now, Rai is poking at it with some very small tools, muttering to himself.]

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[puru_gone_wild]

*Man, she's like your stalker, Rai. Your sexy, bartending stalker*

A prosthetic?

Well, that explains the fashionable glove...

[icemanr2]

[The best kind of stalker.]

[Rai... almost seems to flinch at that.]

It's... not something I like to show off.

[puru_gone_wild]

That's unfortunate. In a crowd and with focus not on it nobody would probably even notice it's not the real deal.

I take it there's some bad history behind it?

[icemanr2]

[He holds it up, flexing the fingers.]

Someone would notice and start asking questions.

[He sort of doesn't answer the other question.]

[puru_gone_wild]

Sorry to hear that.

And I can say from experience that people asking the wrong questions at a dinner party can kill your enjoyment.

[icemanr2]

It's happened... I usually just leave.

[He's sort of going back and forth in his head on whether or not to talk about it now.]

[puru_gone_wild]

That's a shame. You hold up conversation better than most men around here.

[icemanr2]

[Shrug.]

Not as much when someone's pressing me for details...

[puru_gone_wild]

Well I really wouldn't know anything about that.

[icemanr2]

Hm.

...thanks.