Out of the corner of his eye, Isamu noticed a boy around his age preparing a meal for himself as he sat down. His hair was a bit long, but it looked pretty good. He definitely couldn't manage hair like that. Just at eye level was his personal limit. Pausing the movie, he found himself oddly entranced by the motions he was going through. Cooking was one of the few things that gave Isamu trouble. He'd never been good at it, and not even because of his ectrodactyly. He could grip knives alright, although the motions weren't as natural as they were for full-hands. 

Ha, full-hands. One of the many jokes Isamu made about the people around him in regards to his own condition. "Lobster boy" was actually his own invention. First day of class, two years ago, first person he talked to: "Hey, I'm Isamu Tanaka, but...you can just call me lobster boy." The look on that kid's face....just brilliant. Between his own condition and his father's, Isamu learned early on not to pay any mind to the rest of the world, so long as he was having a good time. 

The boy who was cooking was currently chopping an onion. Oh, those were lovely times. However, something made Isamu pause: the tears on his face were....turning his face white? What?! Was....WAS HE A ROBOT?! 

[i] No, moron. Obviously he isn't a robot. Still, that's....not something you see every day. I think I know this guy, actually! What's his....[/i] Ooooohhhh, this was gonna get to him! Wracking his memory for a name, Isamu clapped his hands and stood up triumphantly. A....little too triumphantly. While he'd been thinking, the boy went over to the table and started...applying make-up. To his face, which....clearly wasn't real. Huh. That....damn, that sucked. He'd actually seen something like that before, in a documentary. A man whose face had to be surgically removed after mold spores infected his sinuses. In a cruel twist of fate, he'd gotten the surgery so that he could see his grandchildren grow older. The surgery robbed him of his eyes. 

Mind racing, Isamu stopped on a useful tidbit of information that the other boy would likely appreciate. "Hey. I've heard chewing gum prevents you from crying when you....you know. Chop onions." That came out uncharacteristically awkward. Hmm. Might be because his conversational partner was clearly in a vulnerable state, what with....his face uncovered. Probably.