Chapter 92: Bearer Of Bad News
"As stubborn as the steel you shape... Same as ever it seems." Rouge let out a small sigh, but was making quick work of fastening the straps as she continued on.
"Is that too tight? Is it comfortable? You’ll be wearing this for a while, so it needs to fit properl-" Amboss cut her off with a reassuring notion, bringing his good hand up to gently hold her cheek as he spoke.
"It’s fine, my love, thank you. It needs to be a little tight, or it’ll just fall off. Can you get that last one on the lower bicep, too? It locks horizontally." Rouge was already taking hold of the final strap and spoke warmly as she finished.
"It’s not your best work... But I suppose it will do for now... Your son will probably poke fun at you for it, though."
Amboss chuckled a bit, knowing that Rust would be brainstorming improvements the moment he found out about the prosthetic. Still, knowing he could be in a position to even think about that was more than enough for the time being. So instead, the wolf grew a playful grin and spoke his other thoughts he had brewing as he raised his new arm.
"If nothing else, at least it adds to my sex appeal, no?"
Rouge’s left ear twitched twice in rapid suggestion, a clear giveaway that she was either annoyed or excited by the thought. She took a single step inwards, leaning in closely to her wolf before she smiled ever so slightly as her fingertips traced over the cool steel of the new arm.
The base was essentially a leather cap, layered with rings to bind it. There was a smaller plate inside of it, which fused to the nine inch blade protruding forth. The buckles and straps were connected to various points, offering a secure fit over the arm.
Towards where the blade met the holster, there was a smaller, dull hook about where his palm used to be that could help him grip things to an extent. Rouge gave the odd contraption a final tap with a look of skepticism before she gave her answer.
"Well... Let’s just be grateful you’re still handsome."
As the wolf scowled a bit in his deflated ego, his wife finally laughed for the first time since the attack, however briefly, before she leaned up to plant a short kiss on his muzzle.
She took a step back, smiling a bit more than before, and spoke her final words before she turned to make her leave.