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[warandpeace]

My leg is broken. As in my prosthetic. [Which is a sufficient excuse for his current lack of the lower half of his leg.] I need a functional replacement of some sort.

[Something to tide him over. He's getting used to it; throwing bits of himself on the sacrificial altar just to win. Now that the anger is starting to ebb and he's starting to feel a little weak and helpless, something he's always unwilling to admit. Giving some of the parts out of his own damn body was the only way he had left to fight any of this.]

[In a way he's waiting for rescue all over again, only this time from the inside.]

I at least need a good crutch. I'm using a metal bar for now, but something that I can put comfortably under my arm would help.

I don't want to ask them for help with it.

[He does have some pride left in there somewhere.]

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[nishizono]

how tall are you?

[warandpeace]

185 cm or 6'1''.

[Bless Tetora for basically everything.]

[nishizono]

[ putting pieces of metal together to make death contraptions can serve a less-murdery purpose, never let anyone convince you otherwise! ]

med-grade foam might be hard to come by, but i can figure something out.
do you need it asap?

[warandpeace]

I don't need anything medical grade, just something that my arm can rest on.

[He doesn't want to waste supplies that are useful for potential escape attempts.]

Wood is fine. I can pad it with cloth.

Thanks for this.

[He says it even before the effort is made, because the consideration means something to him. It's good that he's gotten to the point he's more welcoming of help now. It's taken a while.]

[nishizono]

least i can do.
i have a request too, actually. nothing you have to worry about.

[ that is, nothing any of them would have to worry about getting looked into - depending on the perspective one assumes. ]

[warandpeace]

Same for me. [He'd like to see him, That is.] Tell me when you're done and we can meet.

continuing from the inbox

[nishizono]

[ as far as crutches go they're not the best-looking, but it's got everything a hobbled man needs - steady support, a rubberized end to soften the edges, a padded arm rest that makes use of a ripped up shirt, generously "provided" by their gracious host.

not one bit of it is regulation, but ask him if he gives a shit. ]

I work fast, give me my pat on the head.