FINALLY

[ishbalriffs]

*splint-free and fully mobile now, rolling his shoulders and moving his arms in circles periodically, completely un-self-conscious*

HELL YES.

I swear those were the longest two months since the invention of BOREDOM. Now where's that guitar, lemme at it, man.

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[songless_psiren]

Congratulations, Mal! *appears to be just as happy as he is, if not more so, somehow*

[ishbalriffs]

*beams, lifting her off her feet in a spontaneous, enthusiastic hug*

[songless_psiren]

*eeps in surprise, but takes less than a second to get over it, laughing happily and hugging back*

[ishbalriffs]

*puts her down after a minute, letting go but still smiling fit to split his face* Thank you.

[fm_edelric]

*grinning* Hey, congrats on your full recovery, Mal! Nice to see you finally outta that splint.

[ishbalriffs]

*practically jumping up and down with excitement* We can test if the cords for the guitar work now - d'you wanna, man? Or are you busy? *shifting his weight from foot to foot impatiently*

[fm_edelric]

Yeah, sure! I'm not busy at all, actually. *should probably be helping Roy investigate, but oh well, this won't hurt* You still have 'em on you?

[ishbalriffs]

Naw, the stuff's at Clara's with my guitar. I don't think she'll mind if you come though, she's pretty chill about shit like that... *jubilantly* Race ya there?

[unsuremechanic]

*beams* I'm glad your arm has healed! I know how difficult it can be trying to do things with that kind of injury.

[ishbalriffs]

Thanks. *takes a moment, then realizes the implication of her words* You broke your collarbone before? *surprised, since she doesn't seem the rowdy type ... maybe it was an accident?*

[unsuremechanic]

*shakes her head, frowning a little* Not my collarbone, but my arm and shoulder were pretty messed up for a couple of months...

[betterthaned]

*stares at Mal, trying to figure out what's different* ...What happened? And what's a guitar thingy?

[ishbalriffs]

I'll show you my guitar, if you want. *thinking ahead* But you have to promise me something first, and you can't break it or I'll never speak to you again *unconsciously has started addressing him as one would a much younger person* I mean it, OK? You can't touch my guitar without my permission.

[betterthaned]

*pouts* If a guitar is something cool, why would I want to break it? I'm not dumb! And why can't I touch it whenever I want?