[He pads across the room, kneeling and picking the rod up. He can see the signs of wear on it, can feel the weight in his hand, and wishes there was anything he could do to balm this pain. But it is long past- well past his reach.
So instead he pauses, thumping the switch against his hand a few times, making a soft 'thumpthump'... before taking hold of the other end, planting his thumbs-]
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[He pads across the room, kneeling and picking the rod up. He can see the signs of wear on it, can feel the weight in his hand, and wishes there was anything he could do to balm this pain. But it is long past- well past his reach.
So instead he pauses, thumping the switch against his hand a few times, making a soft 'thumpthump'... before taking hold of the other end, planting his thumbs-]
Snap.