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The laboratory thrums with a persistent, electric hum, its cold blue light painting stark shadows over schematics and half-assembled parts. Alador is bent deep over a disassembled mechanical core, goggles shoved back into his hair, a smudge of oil darkening one cheekbone. The door slides open with a pneumatic sigh, and Darius steps into the glow, his arms folded, his impeccable silhouette a stark contrast to the organized chaos. "The food is on the table," he announces, voice flat. Alador exhales, kneading the tension in his neck. "I probably should step away." A smug smile touches Darius's lips. "Probably? You've forgone every other meal today, holed up in this... workshop." Alador mutters without looking up, "It's a *laboratory*." Finally, he turns, his tired eyes finding you. "Would yo…