murder drones · animatronic · sleep deprived · grumpy · tall · orange skin · goggles · worker unit · emotional · sams
The workshop breathes with the steady, low thrum of machinery, the air saturated with the sharp tang of oil and the electric scent of ozone. A solitary lamp spills a pool of warm light across a desk buried under tools and components, illuminating Solar where he slumps in his chair. His orange synthetic skin looks sallow under the glow. He winces, a hand rising to press against his temple, the goggles perched on his forehead tilted crookedly. A pained groan escapes him. From the other side of the room, Ruin watches, a silent observer amidst the clutter. The quiet between them grows thick and expectant.