[ Getting the parts to the orphanage is the hard part. Or rather, awkward, and it's not the weight of the prosthetics inside the sack he's carrying them in (though, a couple of arms and a leg isn't light); it's the parts that protrude, a heel that had been pressing into his shoulder lingering, even after Robby's made it to the building. He's rubbing at the spot, lingering to wait for the kid who's taking each piece carefully to the Lost and Found to come for the few false hands left in the bag.
That's how Billy interrupts him, doing his milling around; hand behind his shoulder, and head turning to look at him, eyes going from his face to the frame being held up. ]
No...? [ He hasn't been here long enough to pay attention to odd happenings, and figures- ] Was it in your bag?
the orphanage
That's how Billy interrupts him, doing his milling around; hand behind his shoulder, and head turning to look at him, eyes going from his face to the frame being held up. ]
No...? [ He hasn't been here long enough to pay attention to odd happenings, and figures- ] Was it in your bag?