Jeff - Auxiliary Support Bracers

Throwing aside the blanket, he lowered his feet with a clank to the floor. Yes, a clank. On both of his somewhat skinny legs, peeking out from underneath his pajama pants, he was fitted with aluminum, iron, and leather auxiliary support bracers. The sound rang out unpleasantly in the darkness, but it was all too familiar to Jeff, who would always self-deprecatingly compare himself to Frankenstein. That misshapen and pathetic monster, dragging a heavy chain weighted with something that looked a bit like a bowling ball......
	Jeff shook his head, which caused the bed to creak.
	“......Huh? Jeff, what's wrong?”
	A very concerned Tony opened his eyes. Brushing out his terribly disheveled bed-hair, he gave a big yaaaawn.
	“Do you have to go to the bathroom? Do you need help?”
	“I'm fine,” Jeff answered abruptly, and he headed to the closet, dragging those heavy legs. He began to quickly change his clothes.
	“Where are you going?” Tony sat up in a panic. “Don't tell me you plan to go outside at this time of night!”
	“Someone's calling me. I need to go right away.” Jeff brought his shirt collar up properly to his throat, and then, out of habit, he started to put on a necktie embroidered with the Maurice School emblem before hesitating with a sigh. “I probably won't need this...”
	“Hey, but, aren't you sleepy?” Tony shook his head. “Well, I guess an ordinary kid like me can't understand the things a prodigy like you does......Oh, be careful!”
	Putting on pants while standing was a little risky for Jeff. But, the fact that he was even trying to was real proof of his urgent determination.

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Mother 2, Chapter 4