A Slight Unclenching

Standing stiffly in the pitch black gets dull fast. I decided to see if the knuckles actually worked, so I rolled my wrist. It gave a surprisingly smooth flick. Resting a gloved hand against my hip, I gave the overall strap on my chest a light, testy tug. It snapped right back with a faint, rubbery pop. Well, look at that. Moving around is apparently an option now.