“I’d have to take my glasses off again…” A fact which Aoba seems reluctant about, but still offers. “Then you just… push them through the skin until they fit?” Much like Ken, he glances to Ryohei, who stares back blankly, before they both look to Chikusa.

All he does is adjust his glasses before forcing out a well put-upon sigh. He knew this was a bad idea. Still, he does offer some words. “That’s probably sound…. But you’d have to be sure in where the bones would be placed, and that the kneecap is in the right place…”