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[eternalscorpion]

Who: Sasori (eternalscorpion ) and Joker (circus_bones )
When: Backdated to the 16th, shortly after this thread
Where: Shinra HQ
Format: Paragraph
What: Joker needs a bit of a helping hand...with his hand, and Sasori's volunteered.
Warnings: Language and maybe some potentially disturbing conversation

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[circus_bones]

For once, Joker rather resembled those passers-by...if you could look past the fact that he only had one arm. It was funny how he didn't mind the attention given to his prosthetic. He was used to it and understood that it was a remarkable thing, as strange as it appeared. But to be completely without it made him feel a little bit like, well, a freak.

No, something worse than that. It reminded him that he'd been born imperfect and was cast aside because of it. He and the others like him had struggled, suffered...and he'd rather not be reminded of it.

He held it under his coat and close to his chest, hidden, which earned him more than one wary glance. It made him even more thankful that he'd decided to go without his usual make-up. He almost looked like a different man.

But his voice was the same.

"Sassery!"

Joker resisted the urge to wave. For obvious reasons.

[eternalscorpion]

"I trust you had little difficulty in finding the building. Come inside," Sasori said, nodding in greeting and ushering the other man through the door. It was clear from his more subdued body language that Joker wasn't feeling particularly comfortable being seen in his current state, so no doubt would prefer to be out of the public eye as quickly as possible. The lack of make-up only made that more obvious.

Neither of them was probably accustomed to seeing each other this way. The sober black Turk suit Sasori wore was a far cry from the flamboyant garb he wore when performing.

"I don't have all of my tools at hand, but what I have with me should at least be sufficient for assessing the damage."

[circus_bones]

"I've learned the city pretty well!" The last few years of his life had been spent traveling from place to place. But to now be stationary, regardless of Anatole's size, it didn't take him long to learn his way around. His smile faded and he nodded once as they got to business, allowing himself to step inside the building.

"That's a nice suit. Haven't seen any better since Suit and Black." Small talk. Anything to take the edge of off of handing his arm -- or what functioned as such -- over to another man.

"Need me to roll up my sleeve?" Joker keep his eyes lowered, already slipping his coat off.

[eternalscorpion]

Sasori simply nodded, leading Joker to one of the unused rooms where they wouldn't be disturbed. Small talk definitely wasn't his forte, preferring to get straight to the point.

"Ah, Elena chose it. I'm still somewhat unaccustomed to wearing such garments, so I had to have it tailored somewhat. It's rather different from the uniform I wore in the past, I must say. Not nearly enough pockets, for one."

Once they arrived at their destination, he reached into one of those special pockets that he'd added, slipping out a scroll and spreading it on the table in the room. A puff of smoke later and a line of neatly arrayed tools appeared in its place.

"And that would be beneficial, yes, as I may need to examine the attachment point. We can begin whenever you're ready." His demeanor was calm and neutral. Really, it was about as much reassurance as he could offer, being someone who wasn't particularly inclined to coddle.