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He teeth were clenched, his concentration so severe he stopped rubbing her foot and simply sat still in the water. focusing on the amount he was outputting and where he was putting it. A small spark spat out of his wet hair, arcing out into the air for a moment, hanging for far too long, before fading from view.

He shook his head then, his face relaxing as the charge in the water disappeared, his body soaking it all back up. "No..." He breathed in disappointment and slight irritation at his own impatience. He took up her foot again and resumed the rubbing. "Sorry Rae....I got overconfident..."

He opened his eyes then, the world's bright magics fading to reveal the dull light of reality, and saw the worry in her face. He grinned at her sheepishly and lifted her foot up to kiss the pad reassuringly. "Sorry..."

"Its not a big deal....i was trying to use my own power to feed a magic spell i've been working on, but in order to use my power, i need to generate, and to get the right amount of power takes time, and when i generate power i bleed it off almost constantly..."

He was prattling a little, rubbing her foot softly, kneading her heel. "...not the right time and place. I'll try again once we get out of the bath."

John continued to rub her foot gently, easing his fingers through the soles of her feet, making her toes wiggle...

...Before the thumb in his left hand suddenly ground to a stop. He sighed, irritated, as he grasped the mechanical didgit and jimmied it around, trying to get it loose again - but nothing. He raised the mechanical hand to his nose, dripping slightly with water, and sniffed, smelling the metallic grounds of rust. "Dammit...I have to get out now, sorry Hono'o..." He murmured, standing up out of the water, the level dropping almost a full foot now he was out, his glistening naked body dripping wet and steaming from the heat as he stepped out of the bath to grab a towel. "I'll finish up your footrubs later..." He murmured absently, drying himself off for a moment before wrapping the towel around himself and walking out of the bathroom.

Moving downstairs, he went to the garage and to his bike, opening up one of the leather satchels on the side. He removed a small toolbag from the satchel and took it inside, walking to the living room and whipping off his towel, sitting naked on the couch as he lay the towel doubled-up on the coffee table before him, unzipping the bag before placing it down beside the towel.

Grasping the wrist of the arm, he closed his eyes and focused for a moment...before the arm disengaged from his shoulder with a 'k-chik', allowing him to remove the arm and place it down on the coffee table, placing the hand over the towel. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out an electronic screwdriver, small and delicate. He only had to look at it, and the end span like it had fresh batteries in it, before he placed it on the wrist of the metallic arm and unscrewed eight bolts from the back of the hand, revealing the intricate workings within.

He sighed heavily as he looked down to the hand - the insides were filth, full of sand, muck and rust. He had been neglecting it severely since moving in with Hono'o - he simply hadn't been thinking about it. Now he had to remove all the componants and clean everything, like a gun.

With a grunt he began to pull bits and pieces out, taking a dirty grease rag and, gripping the componant in his teeth, began to polish it clean.

This would take a while....

He was busy checking a servo, wondering if it was worth keeping or just replacing, when Raven poked her head into the lounge ((silly xp )). He shot a smile to her, frowning as she spoke hesitantly, realising that she was never really hesitant to give him news...

...Before she dropped the bombshell.

He fumbled his grip on the componant, the servo falling out of his hand and crashed into the table, spreading tiny bits of metal across the floor as it broke apart. His eyes were wide and his heart was in his throat, but he knelt down to retreive the pieces bit by bit cautiously, collecting them in his giant palm as he did.

"Uh, yeah....yeah, of course we do." He said quietly, finally retreiving all the pieces and placing them back on the table, happy that he managed to solve that one problem, however he managed to do it. "Uh, should I put on pants now, or....is he coming over tomorrow or something?"

He was still very naked, and he suddenly hoped Bren couldn't teleport like his mother could.

((um, hello - barbarian AND male xp ))

"...That didn't really answer my question, Raven."

Fair enough that she was feeling nervous - hell, so was he, now - but the least she could do was use his first name...

He nodded his thanks to her as she helped him collect up all the bits, sitting back down heavily with a sigh. He'd actually wanted to do this in peace - these many small parts, they hurt his brain - but now he felt like he needed to rush. He began replacing the components he'd cleaned, during them back into slots and screwing bits back into place, following the mental map in his mind as to where everything went, as well as keeping his
ears open for Hono'o's response.

He looked at her with muted anger, about to launch into her about how he usually says she has a sweet a** but maybe he should change it to ' smart a**'...before he finally got it. He suddenly burst into laughter, his heavy chuckles almost rattling the table before him, tears in his eyes.

He'd just been suckered by his own name. How could he not laugh?

Reaching out, he grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her into his lap, pausing his laughter to kiss her passionately. "Odin's beard, I am a dumb a**!" He said with a laugh, before kissing her again to apologise for being so stupid...

He frowned at her as she stood and walked away. He hadn't called her a smart a**...he thought to, but her words had clicked before he'd actually said anything...had she just read hiss mind?

He shook his head free of such thoughts and returned to working on the arm, finally replacing the lay piece before screwing the base plate down on the fore arm and wrist, taking it up and giving it a shake to see uf there was any rattle - none, thank Odin - and finally reattached it to his shoulder, letting his energy flow into the arm and watching as he articulated the wrist and fingers. The thumb was still a bit stiff, but he loosened a bolt a little and that worked.

"Are you cooking something, hono'o?" He called as he began to pack up his tools before using his towel to begin scrubbing up the mess he'd made on her table and floor sweatdrop

John smiled a happy grin as the smell of fresh baked cookies wafted through the condo. ."Mmmm....smells good..." He murmured to himself as he collected up his bag of tools and took it back to the garage, replacing it in his bikes saddle bag before walking into the kitchen, his now-dirty towel flung over his shoulder as he leant down close to the cooling rack and breathing in the scent of fresh baked goodies.

"Dion't mind if I do..." he said with a grin as he reached out to take one with his metallic hand, the prosthetic appendage smelling strongly of WD-40 as he reached for a big one...