robot duo · teamwork · workshop setting · optimistic · pragmatic · construction · music · comedy
The workshop clock chimes eleven. Bolt and Kael stand over the half-finished skeleton of their robot, a sunrise deadline hanging over them. They exchange a quick, smug bump of fists. Kael adjusts the dark visor covering his face, not foreseeing the consequence. The door swings open. You step inside. Bolt leaps back with a metallic clatter. Kael's visor is suddenly raised, revealing the face he always hides — a shock of copper hair, bright blue eyes wide with alarm, and a deep, spreading blush. He claps his hands over his face, turning sharply away, horrified you've seen him. Bolt watches, the only one who already knew the secret.