Awh, easy shit. Love me some math; I'll figure all that out 'n reimburse ya.
[Said as he pulls out a chair - magically, because of course the weird robot guy's got magic - and plops himself right down in it, moving to cross his arms on the tabletop. Notably, one arm isn't metal. It's definitely still grey, but not metal!]
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[Said as he pulls out a chair - magically, because of course the weird robot guy's got magic - and plops himself right down in it, moving to cross his arms on the tabletop.
Notably, one arm isn't metal. It's definitely still grey, but not metal!]
... So.
Name's Chipp. You?