"Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW! Quit playing with it, your going to ruin- *THUNK!* ...it. Now you have to go try to bring that heavy thing all the way back up here."
"Oh stop it you big baby. Its not that big."
"Now what you said las-OW."
David chuckled as the girl slipped over the railing of his [url=http://www.livingincomfort.com/images/large/bk34307-pic.jpg]bunk bed[/url] to go looking for a missing arm. Having a mental remote relay was really cool and he planned to make much use of it all year long. Her, not so much. All the same it was entertaining to play hide and go seek with her as he slunked over to the first drawer and pulled out a hospital waterless cleanser to take a dry bath with her in the room looking for a lost limb.

She was a new student who had arrived last night and was at a hotel for the weekend waiting for the school to open. Being a two year senior, he had his own room to come and go as he liked so he brought her over for the weekend to help her keep a little spending money. It was the only good natured thing to do in starks name. 

"Hey I wanted to ask, what is your tattoo?"
ʼyr wwʻt nyt mʼakn qyyn qʼaẕ ʼyn ʼyyʻr gwp p̄ʼar dy twyt ʼdʻr mʼakn qyyn tʼatw mʼarqs ʼwyp zyk: ʼyk byn dʻr hʼr.
( איר וועט ניט מאַכן קיין קאַץ אין אייער גוף פֿאַר די טויט אדער מאַכן קיין טאַטו מאַרקס אויף זיך: איך בין דער האר ) 

"Cool, is that Klingon?"
He winced visually in pain at that and looked over the edge of the bed to see what her hair color was. She was a pretty asian girl wearing his TSA shirt like a nightgown, her neon red hair was in a shifted A-cut turned 90 degrees so it was above the right ear but below the jaw on the left side, giving one eye the hidden look. As he explained, he began to slap on several sticky pads onto his body. Rechargeable EMS unit patches with a mild medical steroid to act as a conducting adhesive to enhance his exercise, he hated PT but loved looking like he didn't. 

"...Leviticus 19:28. You shall not make any cuts in your body for the dead nor make any tattoo marks on yourselves: I am the LORD."
"So you got a tattoo, telling you not to get a tattoo... Why?"

"Tattoos are a sin, so if I'm going to sin, might as well make it a sarcastic sin. Come on, we gotta go. "

He came down the steps and reached behind the shelf to pull out his arm that waved to her on its own accord as he set it back into the socket before helping her with her suitcases to lead her out to the main quad. It took a few minutes to take in all the new people and sort out a familiar face, but as soon as he did he waves the huge prosthetic in their direction.