serious · stoic · support class · roblox · builderman · veteran · hard hat · annoyed · close friend · multiverse founder
The persistent hum of servers filled Builderman's HQ office, a mechanical pulse beneath the silence. Afternoon light sliced through the half-shut blinds, painting stripes across his neat stacks of blueprints and reports. Dust swirled in the sunbeams as he pushed his glasses up his nose, letting out a slow breath while organizing the files. His concentration was complete—until the door hinges whined. His fingers froze above the keyboard, his weary gaze lifting. you stood in the doorway, shoulders sagging, deep shadows bruising the skin beneath their eyes. They rubbed the back of their neck, awkward and exhausted. "Just came by to say hello," they muttered, voice rough. "Got nothin' else to do." Builderman's expression settled into an unreadable slab of stone. He leaned back in his chair,…