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[13thcommander]

Hello, this is Erwin Smith. Please leave me a message, and I'll get back to you.

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[neighsaying]

[ He doesn't want to dump the entirely of his romantic escapades on Erwin, though he is probably aware to some degree they're dating. So: ]

I want to help Dolph with his arm if something happened to it and he couldn't fix it. So I'm trying to find someone who knows about that kind of thing to teach me.

Figured you might know someone here, since you got that one.

[13thcommander]

[You are very right, Jean: Erwin doesn't want to hear about who is sticking what in whom at your house. The last thing he wants is an infodump about the flow chart that is your dating life!]

That's very kind of you.

I suggested he ask the Doctor, since the Doctor is who made my arm. Dolph is reluctant to let anyone tinker with it, though, as it's attached to his brain.

The Doctor might teach you a bit in his workshop, though, if you expressed interest.

[neighsaying]

Yeah, if he won't let me that's fine, but I'd rather him turn down the option than not have it at all.

[ Maybe he can leverage Boyfriend Privilege eventually. He's not breathing a word of this to Dolph right now, though. Dolph's circuitry is beyond anything he's ever seen; he's well aware he's miles before the starting line to even look at it and understand what's going on, let alone work on it.

If he's going to commit to being here for the long haul, though, he's got time to invest in teaching himself about it. ]

This guy just goes by the Doctor? No last name or anything like that?

[13thcommander]

Yes, he just goes by the Doctor.

Do you know Crowley? The Doctor looks like a slightly younger version of him. They could be twins, honestly.