Boothill sighed, stretched, and had a seat on the mechanic’s metal table. With the loss of his humanity, he’d long forgotten what it felt like to visit a doctor, thus the feeling of waiting for an inspection brought him a particular kind of nostalgia.

He was mostly looking forward to it for other reasons, though. He really liked to look at them. He liked to stare a little too long every time he passed by and saw them working through the window on some personal project that he didn’t care about. Now, finally, he was actually gonna be able to get close to them.