Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3334663-20161230050749/@comment-3334663-20170107003739

Sliding between the mechanical chicken and the wall, Ben slides into the office, looking around for his toolbag. "I could probably fix that too, while I'm at it." He mentions, pointing to her beak over his shoulder with his left hand, his right hand occupied retrieving his tools.

His left hand, now illuminated better, looked a little out of place on his body. Slightly withered, slightly discolored, but otherwise, nothing looked too different about it.