Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20171110033455/@comment-32908780-20171204024106

Maximillian had only partially recognized Walfrid there, waking up and sloughing out of bed. He had been hunched over at the mechanized suit in the corner of their room, silently tinkering away on the arm shattered by the armored bear from earlier. It was noticably slimmer, and a tad more polished-looking. "Ah, morning, Walfrid. Sleep well?" He didn't seem as in bad a condition as the last time he had woken up, what with a cold sweat and some fear. Now, he just seemed to have a bad case of the mondays.

"And are you busy today? I was curious as to your and my iteneraries."