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[samahl]

[When Cyril starts the video he seems to be checking that it's really working before he speaks. Once he does, he smiles at the camera.]

Look at what I found.

[And he changes the angle carefully to show off a display of cybernetic arms and legs. They're all meant as medical prosthetics and he seems utterly thrilled by the whole concept of them. When he brings the view back to himself it's clear why. He's missing one of his arms from the elbow down.]

I've been speaking with the doctor here and they work almost entirely like a real arm. I may even regain some kind of sensation in the fingers.

In order to get one, however, I do need more Chroma. So here I am, seeking volunteers willing to help me. Every little bit will help so even if all you can offer is a handshake or a hug, I'd be more than happy to partake. Though, if you're willing to do even more than that, I'm also always willing to indulge in a bit of physical intimacy. I admit a preference for men, but I've been curious to experiment.

If you would like to help, I will meet you wherever you are most comfortable. Contact me here and we can work it out.

Thank you for your consideration! Hopefully, I'll be able to have enough soon.

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[spah]

Hah.

[He likes this kid already.

As for the thermos, he nods with a murmured "sure" and takes the thermos. He listens and glances up from pouring their drinks.]

You never heard of coffee?

[samahl]

[He shakes his head in response. He keeps his gaze on Dell's hand to see how it handles this task, still curious about how much control he has over it and how dexterous it is.] I did a bit of reading up on it, and the type of climate that would be required to grow the beans that make it would be up north in Thedas.

That means Tevinter and Par Vollen and there are complicated political reasons that if those who countries had it, it would be difficult to export.

We just barely get cocoa and chocolate from the north, and to even dream about it, you have to be very rich. Elves... tend not to be.

[spah]

[Dell hands the first cup over to Cyril, brow raised.]

Elves, huh.

[Somehow, Engie's not surprised by it. This kid almost looked like something out or a Tolkein story. He's also met a lot of people out of his "realm," so to speak, so he doesn't question it much.

Basically: this is fine.]

Cocoa's... somethin' of a luxury in certain parts of the world where I come from, too. Not where I live, but other places... that's another story. [He shrugs.] Consider yourself a lucky elf either way, kiddo. You're gonna like coffee.

[samahl]

[He chuckles in agreement.]

I do. And supermarkets that make it far too easy for me to purchase it. And chocolate. And other types of sweets and treats.

I'm going to ruin my figure.

[spah]

Don't worry, son.

[Engineer pats his stomach. Despite the good amount of muscle in his arms that add bulk to his stocky figure, he's got something of a beer gut.]

If you ever do, you're in good company.

[samahl]

Oh dear. See, now my natural inclination is to compliment your body and hint that I'd happily see more of it, but I don't wish to make you uncomfortable. [Cyril replies with a gentle smile.]

[spah]

Appreciate it. That WOULD be a lil' uncomfortable.

[No harm meant, though. He lifts up his own cup in a mock toast.]

Anyway. Cheers.

[samahl]

[Cyril makes note of that. His desire to flirt doesn't outweigh making others uncomfortable.

He holds up his own cup and returns the toast.]

Cheers!

[He sips at it carefully and then hums at the taste.] Oh, that's so comforting.

[spah]

[He's like 40 anyway, sorry pal.

Engie laughs as he takes his own drink.]

Good stuff, huh?

[samahl]

[That has literally never stopped him before...]

Yes. It really is. I wish I could take some of it home with me.