Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31304979-20161224055955/@comment-31304979-20170104222133

He listened through the walls to the bickering of human and a more... metallic voice. It sounded far away enough, so he rose to his paws and turned to the conveyor belt, and looked at the shredded paper. He picked up a beastpiece, and examined it. He wasn't complete, and the workers left him like this. Why? For how long? The breastpiece was the same charcoal black as the rest of hom, so he took it upon himself to... "try it on." It slipped perfectly over the endoskeleton. Intriguing.