Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190304013512

By then, Prad was fully interned in the machinations of his new metallic shell. The only visible apparel betraying him as a man, his eyes beyond the helm. Eyes that he quickly covers away under his gray shroud.

"Of course..." He stands by the room, fixing his hands as they move under the yield of metal.