Me and My Right Arm ch3: Me and My Artificial Arm

p1
>Chiri's late...

>Eek!?
>Hitsuka!

>The heck was that?
>You surprised me...
>A normal show of thanks, I guess? Your heart's really pounding.

>She was really spooked.
>Nobody asked you.
>Don't be shy~

p2
>I've always wanted to do this with two hands.
>Heh? What?

>I was wondering what kind of reaction you'd make.
>Just kidding.
>Ah. That arm.

>Yeah! Whaddaya think?
>So your artificial arm's already completed, huh?

p3
>I-It's pretty cool.
>I thought you hated childish stuff, Chiri.

>This isn't childish!
>It's industrial design!
>Indus...what?

>Y'see, I wanted to become a designer.
>My Papa's one, after all.
>You're really thinking about your future, Chiri.
>It was just a vague notion, though. But now that my right arm's like this, I guess I'll have to reconsider it.

>I can't do precise work, after all.

p4
>Do you really believe that?
>Eh?

>You're making a face that says "I don't really want to give up."
>Finding an excuse not to do it is easy.
>So why not instead search for a way that you can?

>I'll support you.
>I'm your right arm, after all. Right, Chiri?

>Yeah.