well, if the metal prosthetic arm weren’t shiny enough, he has jewlery laying around. necklace and rings, earrings━━ there’s a good few.
not like she’d notice anything come by, as well. maybe, this little guy’s at luck.
﹙ 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵. ﹚
a low hum comes from her throat as soon as someone else comes by. he can’t say the greeting doesn’t relieve him; now, at least she knows people here won’t resort to violence first-hand.
a meek wave is given, ‶helloo?ʺ