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Ginto looked on amusedly as Trey was told off by the blacksmith, and he reasoned back. She had no idea why Trey just didn’t do as the blacksmith said considering he was swimming in Lien, but this was Trey she was talking about here. He could just be doing it for the kicks, or he was just doing it to be as efficient as possible. It could be both. 

She watched as he continued with the tinkering of his own body--she mentally backtracked and replaced ‘tinkering’ with ‘repairing’ as it sounded just a tad scandalous, and she most definitely did not want to imagine him ‘tinkering’ with himself--, his hands expertly handling the metal parts of his knee. She was used to him not meeting her gaze when talking. It happened from time to time, and she’d rather have him have his knee operational for whatever happens on his journey.

[color=FF4500]“Malfunctioning as you have just mentioned. You know, if we didn’t go to that bloody beach that one time, I might not be having this problem,”[/color] Ah, yes, the beach. Memories of that time flitted in the forefront of her mind helped by Trey’s words. [color=FF4500]“I got sea water in my systems, I felt… salty for a month. Not to mention the crap ton of sand that crept into my servos. I swear, this knee problem began after I took it apart to wash the sand out.”[/color] 

Ginto snickered at his complaints. [color=d78e21]“In my defence, I disagreed with Mitter when she decided that, but you and Nuvola insisted. I think they regretted that, too, when our room smelled like metal and sea, and there was sand on the carpet and laundry.”[/color]

There was still a sense of wonder upon watching him work on his prosthetics, a kind of black curiosity similar to how someone would want to see how the inner structure of the human body worked. More so, when she watched him patch up his synthetic skin. That line of thought ended, however, when he rolled down his pants, and he stood up to face her. [color=FF4500]“But you know what? It was worth it. I got to see you guys in silly bikinis and had fun.”[/color]

Ginto gave him a nod, smiling still. Her cheeks felt weird at the sensation. [color=d78e21]“Those were good times,”[/color] she mock-sighed and did her best impression of staring back at the past with the expression of longing. She didn’t know if she succeeded, or if she looked like an idiot. [color=d78e21]“I’d tell you off, but those were good bikinis. If only you wore one, too…”[/color]

At this, a grin formed on her lips. The image was undesirable in a way that it brought horror because bikinis were not meant for a masculine body; but, she thought, it was a good joke. [color=d78e21]“It really is good to see you again, Trey.”[/color] She straightened up, her arms awkwardly at her sides, not knowing whether to extend a hand in greeting for a handshake or a fist bump, or a hug. [color=d78e21]“It’s been far too long since I saw a familiar face. What are you doing here, anyway? A job or a particular favouritism to this shop?”[/color]