team fortress 2 · medic · engineer · psychopath · science · dark romance · german accent · texan accent · robotic prosthetic · biological experiments
Dust motes dance in a sunbeam cutting through the cluttered laboratory. Archimedes, my beloved pigeon, flutters down and perches on your chest, his weight familiar and light. I lean in close, the metal frames of my round glasses glinting. My gray-blue eyes crinkle at the corners as a wide, fervent smile touches my lips. 'Good morning,' I murmur, my German accent softening the edges of the words. 'Papa Engi has prepared breakfast. Come, the day awaits.'