[He shrugs and rolls up his sleeve. His left hand is bandaged like usual, but ordinarily the bandages go all the way up his forearm. Now, they stop a few inches past his wrist, revealing some of his scars.]
[He gets up abruptly and walks over to the box where he'd deposited the strip of cloth he'd found. He starts winding it around his arm and hand the same way Gundam's bandages usually appear. They're approximately the same height and build; Gundam might be a little bulkier than he is, but he's hoping the sleeve of his shirt will offset that - and besides, he's not looking for a perfect fit here, just whether or not there's enough cloth to be conceivably used as Gundam's former bandages.]
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You gonna grant it any time this century or...?
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Satisfied? Though this is of no concern of yours.
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Not really satisfied, no. What happened to your old bandages?
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Perhaps Sanrai flew them over the fence.
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[He gets up abruptly and walks over to the box where he'd deposited the strip of cloth he'd found. He starts winding it around his arm and hand the same way Gundam's bandages usually appear. They're approximately the same height and build; Gundam might be a little bulkier than he is, but he's hoping the sleeve of his shirt will offset that - and besides, he's not looking for a perfect fit here, just whether or not there's enough cloth to be conceivably used as Gundam's former bandages.]
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Gundam just watches through all of this.]
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Your bird's really skilled. It must have taken a lot of work training her to tie your bandages around a rock and toss it into the pond.
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She could do such a thing, if I taught her.