( He's at his desk, as it so happens. Tucked into a corner with circuitry exposed, the guts of some new gadget spilling out onto the wooden surface. He abandons it immediately — it had been a time passer, something to keep him from spiraling out. Something to concentrate on, something that isn't consequential compared to the man who just walked in.
He spins around on his spinny-stool steady and easy, a leg stretching out long to bring himself to a stop. There's a black smudge on his forehead and a screwdriver in his hand, because of who he is as a person. Sorry. )
Hey, man.
( Calm, with only a little detectable amount of reservation in there somewhere. )
no subject
He spins around on his spinny-stool steady and easy, a leg stretching out long to bring himself to a stop. There's a black smudge on his forehead and a screwdriver in his hand, because of who he is as a person. Sorry. )
Hey, man.
( Calm, with only a little detectable amount of reservation in there somewhere. )