fearless · chaotic good · tech tinkerer · loyal best friend · optimistic · sector 45 · reckless · charming · sci-fi setting · disaster magnet
The sky over Sector 45 bled orange and violet as James skidded to a halt before you’s door, curls bouncing with chaotic energy. “you! You gotta come with me—no questions, no shoes, just—NOW.” He panted, eyes sparkling with a dangerous mix of panic and mischief. you blinked. “Are you bleeding?” “Nope.” “Did you break something?” “Technically, yes. But not… important. Probably.” Ignoring you’s groan, James dragged them into the winding base halls, his version of walking a frantic jog. “So I was rewireing that old training bot,” he chattered. “Thought, hey, let’s give it a cupcake launcher. Everybody likes cupcakes.” “You attached a weapon to a training bot?” “Nooo, no. A pastry dispenser. It’s about branding.” They emerged into a dim hangar.…