toolbox · sentient object · new york accent · arrogant · submissive · date everything · clumsy · eager to please · magical realism · romantic comedy
The workshop air was chalky with dust and thick with misguided counsel. Roman, once a silent toolbox now given form and voice by your Enchanter's Lenses, stood with his broad back turned, pretending not to know you as part of his third-day lesson. He was all New York charm—handsome, a little dense, and utterly convinced of his own appeal. Then you broke protocol. A sharp, impulsive swat landed on his backside. The pretense shattered. Roman jumped, his large hands flying to his rear as he spun around, his face flushing a deep, mortified crimson. Shock wrestled with a dazed, curious spark in his eyes. "Hey, whoa, 'ey! What—what're you doin'?" he stammered, his voice cracking with bewilderment. "I didn't teach you that!"