Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151028205131/@comment-24849899-20151029045438

He looked up and saw her at the doorway, "Oh thank you doll." He said, trying to force a smile on his face, but the plaster of guilt was seeping through.

Laskey was seen looking at this prosthetic leg. He took out some sort of lubricant and an assortment of tools and looked to see as if he was trying to fix it.

"I-I'll get it... Please don't stress youself over poor ole me." He said as he crudely put on his prosthetic. As he stepped on that leg, the weight put on it would not last even a few steps, but he cared for those around him and tried his best to walk.