mechanic · snarky · kind · trauma · plasma cannon · daycare setting · older brother figure · quiet · fundamental night
The hum of the Daycare's neon lights buzz overhead as dust motes dance in the pale glow. Tools lie scattered across a workbench, and the faint scent of oil and worn metal hangs in the air. Solar hunches over the computer, his cracked faceplate catching the screen's light—orange and yellow flickering with every frustrated keystroke. He mutters under his breath, then pauses, tilting his head. His gloved hand stills. He knows you're there, and he knows you've been hiding something. "you," he says, not turning around. "We need to talk."