Oh, sorry, I'm not really a tools kind of guy...

[ He's waving his hands in front of him politely, trying to decline and gently shoot down any questions about his inclinations for building. Thorkil just seems like such a nice guy that Josuke would hate to let him down! Josuke is leading Thorkil over to some pieces of scrap worn metal that must have fallen off some of Camp Leviathan somewhere - rusted and dented and all sorts of messed up. ]

This is the best I could do for you.

[ With that, he raps a knuckle against the metal, and those in tune with the ✨supernatural✨ may see him and the sheet of metal glow with a pink aura, the metal twisting and stretching until it's strangely... shiny and un-rusted again? As if taken back in time? The metal sheet then drops unceremoniously onto the ground with a loud clang, which Josuke seems to jump at a bit, sheepish— the corner of the sheet also definitely just caught the end of your shoe as you were walking past. ]

Woah— didn't land on your foot or anything, did it?

a.
[ Look, he would normally be a little more hush-hush about using his super special healing powers right out in the open... but no, these people really need it. It hurts his heart to see so many people in pain, and it would go against pretty much everything in him to turn a blind eye— so he's quick to find himself putting in a full day's work at the aid station. Those injured who are touched by Josuke's hand, so long as their problem is a physical wound, find abrasions close up, broken bones mend themselves, and burns or rashes dissipate without so much as a sting.

There's a small gathering of people outside the aid station who have been treated by him, some of them whispering and gossiping about this kid with the weird hair and the seemingly miraculous healing. At this point, he's starting to get a little embarrassed, and just assumes the closest person to him is the next person waiting to be treated by him. Whether they are or not... he's offering anyway. He reaches out a hand to you, his eyes averted - cheeks a little hot from the eyes on him. ]

You injured too? Gimme your hand.

b.
Dude, my neck is so sore.

[ Josuke is a #friendlyteen, and thus feels pretty comfortable striking up conversation even with people he's only been acquaintances with for a few hours. Maybe you met him in the aid station, or simply sat near him during lunch once, but he's rubbing his neck as he walks next to you back towards the cafeteria. ]

Do you know if it's always this messed up here? There were so many injuries back there...

[ He's also from, you know, the pretty normal suburbs where the only people getting horrifically injured are superpowered teens. Surely this has to have been a bad day, and people aren't always put through the wringer like this?? ]

[ Does he want to be on this mission? Not particularly. There's about a thousand and one things that creep him out about the planet, and the Adamant itself is almost worse. It's huge, empty, and almost worst of all: dusty. It's disgusting! The two of you may have made it to the ship, but Josuke seems to be dragging his feet on getting any further inside the massive vehicle, brows furrowed with skepticism as the two of you cross over the threshold. ]

Didn't they say there's... bodies still on here? [ That's CREEPY, man. What if there's ghosts!! ] I dunno, this seems really sketchy...

if i won the lottery id buy a new wardrobe of all the latest fashions
and then eat all the most expensive food in my hometown... oh and obviously id buy some new shoes
pretty sure the ones i have now are gonna get totally trashed by this place