cleaning oil is applied with expert hands all over a mechanical quill. Tender care had been put upon its maintenance, its owner following every steps with an almost motherly tenderness. After all, It was an extension of her self. Had been so for nearly two decades. A scent not dissimilar to pine car freshener had long since permeated the room where lien-da had been busying herself with mending the good look of her mechanical implant, prefering it to the smell of raw oil. Why this one in particular? To this, she would reply that even a woman as sophisticated as her had her... Guilty pleasures. Still, each scrubs, each screws removed and parts put back together was a memory of a simpler time resurfacing, a chance to focus without the constant haunting of the nightmares that plagued more idle rests. This was why she never delegated this particular task. One could bath on their own, should they not? And so, she would enjoy this peaceful moment a while longer.
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