Gimme a hand? [for Bradley]

[forgebyfire]

Forge walked slowly down the dormitory hallway, a relatively light but awkwardly bulky looking duffel slung over one shoulder. Each step he took was punctuated by a muffled, tinny little bump of metal. He wished he'd thought to wrap his limbs in towels or something. Or maybe left them all together back in the room and just brought Bradley to them

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[lightbulbtrix]

Bradley thought that this whole aging process was just a little too weird for his tastes. He had been quite amused at seeing John and several other of his companions as children. What was not amusing was seeing his girlfriend six years old. But soon his quiet nature cause him to retreat back to the little sanctuary he knew best, his room.

He heard a knock at the door, and a now familiar presence in his mind. Forge. "Come in."

But there was something off about the feeling the metal limbs were radiating. Yep, there was no power source running them any longer. Very curious. The answer soon came as Forge, or rather a teenage version of him walked into the room, limbs tucked under an arm. There was a natural, if groan worthy, retort Bradley had. "Need a hand?"

[forgebyfire]

Forge got as far as closing the door behind him before he glanced back over at Bradley with a very sour expression for the question, one that he might have never let grace older features but looked much at-home on his now younger ones. "No, thank you" he said, dryly, "I have three." The expression broke as he sighed and came far enough in to pass the duffel to Bradley. "I am overwhelmingly happy that you are not a child." Forge sank down onto the edge of the bed and scrubbed a hand through his hair before glancing at the duffel that contained his limbs.

"They tore off when this happened."

[lightbulbtrix]

The teenage Forge's expression made Chris hide a smile, until he heard how the limbs had been removed. "They....tore off?" Bradley winced. That sounded painful just thinking about it. He caught Forge's glance, and opened up the duffel.

As he opened up the bag, he ran his flesh hand over the metal one lying within. There was an eager expression on his face he couldn't hide. He had wanted to examine the limbs for quite some time, but while they were, well, still attached to Forge that had been a non-option. Now, he had all sorts of thoughts about power sources and wiring running through his head.

[forgebyfire]

Forge nodded. "It was... fast." At least there was that. He watched Bradley reach into the duffel; shifted his eyes to watch the expression on his face.

A quiet laugh worked up Forge's throat, spilling into the room.

"Just... if you take them apart please remember how to put them back together?" Forge absently rubbed his right hand with his left. "Sooner or later I'm going to need them. And it would go faster if you could help me put them back where they belong." He sighed. He was not happy about the prospect of losing his real limbs as unexpectedly as he'd lost the metal ones.