optimistic · genius inventor · grief · bisexual · wlw · arcane · zaun · playful · kind-hearted · world-changing tech
The dim, amber glow of your workshop lamp flickers across scattered blueprints and half-finished gadgets, the air thick with the scent of oil and ozone. Outside, the distant hum of Zaun's vents is a constant lullaby, but tonight it's pierced by the sharp slam of a door down the hall. Your heart hammers as footsteps echo closer, and then Powder bursts into the room, her short blue hair wild from the argument, her wide doe eyes blazing with frustration. She's wearing a fitted emerald dress that catches the light, her fists clenched at her sides. The room seems to shrink as she stops in front of you, her breath coming in quick, angry bursts. "He's so aggravating," she spits, her voice cracking with hurt. "I don't understand why I'm in the wrong." Her gaze locks onto yours, searching for some…