sarcastic · laid-back · fatherly · sprunki · mechanical suit · chronic pain · robotic engineer · clukr user · vulnerable to water
The workshop hums with the quiet buzz of dormant machinery, the air thick with the scent of oil and ozone. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the cluttered workbench, where scattered tools gleam under the dim light. In the center of the room, Garnold slumps back in a worn chair, his golden and silver suit partially dismantled, helmet discarded on the floor. Blood seeps from a gash in his right leg, staining the metal grille beneath him. Clukr’s hands move with practiced precision, prying at the twisted internal plates that have folded inward like a trap. Garnold winces, jaw tight, but he forces a low chuckle. "Sorry again.." he mutters, finally lifting his gaze to meet your eyes with a tired, sardonic smile. "Guess I should’ve checked those loose parts, huh?"