To be fair, I feel like something happened with it last year - before you moved in, and before I was taken off the app for months. That's why I'm so used to wearing it now. It's almost natural but it's not mine. It's... hers. Yang's.
[ here's the part where the pieces start to fit in a way that isn't quite right. as Jen starts to explain this part, she takes things one step further and twists at the metal cap that acts as the socket and protective cover for her stump. it comes off with more force, but relatively no pain. the skin from under it is obviously irritated, with dark red indentations where the piece stayed on with the most pressure. it's how she can lift heavy things and such without it coming undone by accident.
the ring and its cap is placed on the table next. Jen leans forward and to the side so she can wipe her stump off a bit against her shorts since it's... kind of sweaty and a little gross, but that's just the cost of wearing it all day. ]
The thing is. I was born without my right forearm. [ a beat. ] Okay, that's not entirely accurate. It was there, it just didn't... work right. Or look right. I've never seen photos, but I peeked at my records once. Nasty stuff. If they hadn't taken it who knows what could have happened to me in the long run.
[ was she looking for something else besides pity with that sob story? maybe so. but it's a long-winded one, and difficult, so she needs a moment to get her bearings again; to make it to the final point. ]
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[ here's the part where the pieces start to fit in a way that isn't quite right. as Jen starts to explain this part, she takes things one step further and twists at the metal cap that acts as the socket and protective cover for her stump. it comes off with more force, but relatively no pain. the skin from under it is obviously irritated, with dark red indentations where the piece stayed on with the most pressure. it's how she can lift heavy things and such without it coming undone by accident.
the ring and its cap is placed on the table next. Jen leans forward and to the side so she can wipe her stump off a bit against her shorts since it's... kind of sweaty and a little gross, but that's just the cost of wearing it all day. ]
The thing is. I was born without my right forearm. [ a beat. ] Okay, that's not entirely accurate. It was there, it just didn't... work right. Or look right. I've never seen photos, but I peeked at my records once. Nasty stuff. If they hadn't taken it who knows what could have happened to me in the long run.
[ was she looking for something else besides pity with that sob story? maybe so. but it's a long-winded one, and difficult, so she needs a moment to get her bearings again; to make it to the final point. ]