Elijah digs his fingertips in, fairly ungently scoping out the shape and structure of his augmented shoulder.
Then the other. Then he hums.
"You need an X-ray."
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Date: 2019-12-11 06:04 pm (UTC)Elijah digs his fingertips in, fairly ungently scoping out the shape and structure of his augmented shoulder.
Then the other. Then he hums.
"You need an X-ray."