doesntneedarmor

Ahem...greetings. My name is Kudamon and I am the partner of that ruffian primitive Sarasim.

I had been hoping a good vacation was all she needed but it seems she simply can not be won over by the smiles of her friends and the refreshing ocean and beach atmosphere.

I would help her myself but I'm much too busy. Honestly there are people who live for this sort of depressing tosh.

As an example of the problem I wish to direct your attention to what I'm about to let you hear.

*There is the sound of metal, familiar to those with Automail experience and Sarasim muttering to herself. *

Come on...you can do it...come on woman...GAH!

...

*The sound of fist hitting table and wood cracking*

That in case you were curious...is the sound of a woman trying to eat soup with her automail arm and dropping the spoon down the front of her shirt. Sad really.

So yes peasants, make with the words of comfort and encouragement, I'll be sure she receives it once she's down making a mess of her lunch.

*Click*

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Let's go four times for now. The more frequent the meetings are, the faster you'll be able to recover.

Thank you...I really shouldn't feel so weak. This is an opportunity no one from my time period would ever have.

~~And yet every time I look at it...~~

It's not uncommon. A lot of people who undergo automail surgery have a hard time adjusting.

It feels...particularly strange when I've been out in the sun and it heats up...or when something's touching my arm and I can't feel it.

I still have trouble sleeping with the weight.

Hm. That's...something I haven't had to deal with myself...

I'd say you should talk to Ed, but he's data frozen right now and even then...it's not a good idea. Sabine has just as much experience with automail, though. She might be able to help you through this in a way I can't.

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