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A slight hint of a smile curls up on his lips as he returns the prostetic and extends a hand to the boy, to shake. Definitley a certain charm to this one… though he guessed that getting your limbs torn off does humble you quite a bit.

Part of him curled up internally when he caught his bad wording, expecting an onslaught of tasteless dirty jokes and thoughtless suggestions to come from it. This was a scout after all and typically… Oh, he actually. Answered his question. And handed him his own leg. So they werent going there after all. That was… nice, he guessed? Another part of him was tempted to see how much he could actually flirt with this guy before something clicked in his head, but he had been gracious enough to not needle him yet so it was better of him if he did not.

“Heh. I guess it could. Though balancin’ on one leg to use it would be kinda hard.” He idly rubbed at the part of his leg that was usually in the prosthetic as he spoke. “Doc says when I should be wearin’ socks or some kinda padding or whatever, but I guess I forgot ‘em again.”

Chuck flushed a little under the scrutiny, and idly hoped the Spy didn’t notice. No one had ever really... taken that much of an interest in his legs before. It was weird, but not bad-weird, just... weird. “Heh. Actually I got ‘em from the hospital. Like the normal hospital without crazy quacks in it. Though Engie made me a nice pair, I like to use those for practice so they don’t get all scungy in battle, y’know?”

When he looked at the others legs he was definitley expecting shitty cleats but… ah. Oh. Okay. There weren’t that many amputees he had come across since the world wars, but even so it was certainly not apropriate to look at those strange plastic… what would he call them. Bands? Legs? Pogos? Gah- he was already staring; me may as well address it instead of gawking like an idiot.

“Iunno. Somethin’ in my lungs. They said I wasn’t gettin’ better, ‘cause I wouldn’t stay in bed, so it musta been somethin’ that gets worse when you run.” He shrugged, kicking his legs. Each time they hit the floor they clacked quietly--like plastic on the floor. Upon closer inspection, where his shorts ended, there were knees, then the rest of his legs were... plastic sticks.

"'Ey! I, uhh, lost my teddy bear--can I sleep with you tonight?" Chuck grinned crookedly, aiming fingerguns towards Bella. "Eh? Eeeeeh?"

"'Ey! I, uhh, lost my teddy bear--can I sleep with you tonight?" Chuck grinned crookedly, aiming fingerguns towards Bella. "Eh? Eeeeeh?"

Ooc: soooo How about that shipping ?

"I can spot you, if you want."

“Don’t worry, babe, I got this!!” He gave her a bright grin, flexing his arms as if it was proof. He patted some of the nearby weightlifting chalk on his hands before clapping and rubbing them together, laying back and wrapping his hands around the bar.