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Gamzee: Procure four-wheeled device. He eased the broken door aside enough to allow himself entry, peering at the equipment found within. This was the medical wing, after all. He should have expected lots of shiny metal equipment he wasn't familiar with. This wasn't exactly his area of expertise. (That area was regrettably small, admittedly.) He did recognize one particular item folded and set to the side, however. With a grin, Gamzee approached the wheelchair and unfolded it in what space he could find in the middle of the room.
Tavros had a four-wheeled device just like this one. ...Perhaps not just like this one. There were some subtle differences. The point was, Gamzee had always wanted to give it a go. Here, without anyone to stop him from messing around however he wanted, he might just get that chance.
He took a seat, and the device rolled forward a little. The troll quickly grabbed the wheels in order to stop himself from rolling into a stack of supplies. That was how Tavros moved about, he recalled. He had to grab and move the wheels himself. Simple enough.
Soon, he was rolling back out into the hall. ...Had the temperature of the area gone down recently?
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