[ jayce scoffs; though he does understand what she's talking about. if that a personaly priority, than sure. jayce has more than enough metal parts for his forge-on-the-go, but there's never enough scraps in the midst of a dwindling supply. tool kit hanging from his waist in a bag, jayce's brace squeaks along as he steps closer and grunts with some effort and visible strain on his face to get down closer. one leg bends, the other is much more of a problem. he ends up falling onto his backside with a flurry of dust and his braced leg extended. oof.
going to just pick off the viable parts and screws here . . . ]
I'm what, dead? [ dramatic pause..... and honestly if she wasn't looking at him, maybe he'd look terribly annoyed about it and snapping. luckily— well, what good does that do for him? the quirk his lips give is fleeting and a flop of his ears accompant, but it's there. just a sign that he's trying to get through it. humor helps sometimes. he's got enough ptsd on his plate as is, living a neverending hell loop might as well not be living at all. ] I'm having to relearn my sense of space . . . Walk again, [ he hobbles on his hooves repeatedly to a point that he's considering a cane. his right side is getting compromised more and more by the weight distribution. you'd think being dead meant no pain, but, would you look at that! existing problems are the damn same. ] a matter of adaption.
[ he has things to live for. he'll get through it. ]
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going to just pick off the viable parts and screws here . . . ]
I'm what, dead? [ dramatic pause..... and honestly if she wasn't looking at him, maybe he'd look terribly annoyed about it and snapping. luckily— well, what good does that do for him? the quirk his lips give is fleeting and a flop of his ears accompant, but it's there. just a sign that he's trying to get through it. humor helps sometimes. he's got enough ptsd on his plate as is, living a neverending hell loop might as well not be living at all. ] I'm having to relearn my sense of space . . . Walk again, [ he hobbles on his hooves repeatedly to a point that he's considering a cane. his right side is getting compromised more and more by the weight distribution. you'd think being dead meant no pain, but, would you look at that! existing problems are the damn same. ] a matter of adaption.
[ he has things to live for. he'll get through it. ]