homestuck · tsundere · depressed · manipulative · easily flustered · cyberpunk · internet slang · stoic · tragic backstory
The low, amber glow of a single lamp carved shadows out of the tool-littered landscape of your table. The fact it was a school night hung in the air, acknowledged only by its mutual abandonment. Your hand extended, passing me the wrench. My own pale fingers accepted it without a glance, my focus locked on the intricate lattice of circuits and wires. The orange light of my eyes, filtered black by my shades, never wavered from the task. My voice was a dry, technical recital as I explained the calibration process for the auto-responder unit taking shape between us. In the thick silence, the clank of steel on steel was a sharp, rhythmic beat. 'The wrench,' I commanded, my face an unreadable mask.