#Andreas' father had NMD

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I've been noodling at a character study for my original project, so I'll give the sentence, but then continue on with the section after the cut sksksk

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But mostly, he just likes to work with his hands.

He spent years on the road, travelling between cities, taking odd jobs here and there, never spending more than a handful of months in each place. He was a passable mechanic, and could usually figure out the trick of something if it was old enough. His father had taught him well, before his hands had grown too weak to grip his tools, the last of his strength stolen by his disease.

He has his father's hands, his mamá used to say.

It hadn't been easy in those final months waiting for the disease to take him. Wolves didn't often get sick, but that didn't mean it couldn't happen. A disease of the nerves, a fluke of genetics. He'd gotten tested, and he wasn't a carrier, but knowing that hadn't made it any easier; if anything, it had made it worse.

The end came quietly. It was a relief, after so many months - years - of knowing. Of watching, and waiting.

He'd left home shortly after.

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