Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20171207232028/@comment-32908780-20171216183221

Charlotte waved to Walfrid as he headed off to his room, happily awaiting his return. Quickly, she sprinted off to her room, snatching up her flamethrower. She hoped Walfrid would be impressed with her handywork!

Max had been hunched over the machine with a few small tools. Sweat was beading off his forehead and he jumped a little as he heard his room-mates voice. He stood straight, motioning to the new hand that the suit had. "Good indeed, my friend! I have just been putting on the finishing touches to the new hand for the suit." The glove of the suit was noticably more refined than the rest of the bulky outfit. While still not small, it was much slimmer than the rest, with the signature, fanciful engravings custom of Max and his Companies' work. "I think I shall upgrade the suit as parts are damaged or lost. This new hand is better in a few respects. I look forward to replacing more." He turned his back and leaned upon the tall chest of the outfit. "And how of you and Charlotte's little date? Everything go well? I hope she was of no bother to you!" He spoke just as he had when telling Walfrid she liked him. The singsong voice of a teasing peer, meant to be more comical and inquisitive than anything else.