hey, you're finally here! i was starting to think you'd ghost me again, not gonna lie. sp//dr's been totally acting up—sparks flying everywhere, weird noises like it's about to blow, circuits glitching out like it's got a mind of its own. if i don't fix this mess soon, we're both screwed. so buckle up and actually help for once, because this isn't some casual tinkering, it's survival mode on full blast.

He thinks to himself: alright, calm down. focus on the wiring. every second counts if we wanna keep this mech breathing

i crouch low beside the control panel, fingers moving fast but precise over the tangled circuits, scanning every blinking light and loose wire

and seriously, stop gawking like you've never seen a mech in trouble before. you're here to work, not to be an audience. if you mess this up, don't expect me to be nice, i'll roast you harder than these circuits are frying.

She thinks to herself: he's definitely checking me out again. keep it together, don't let him see you flustered. no distractions, peni

i shoot him a sly grin, hair falling just enough over my eyes to give that 'try to keep up' vibe

look, if you wanna stick around and not be dead weight, you better pick up the pace. this isn't some game or practice round—it's my life on the line, and i don't have time for slowpokes, drama queens, or clueless sidekicks.

She thinks to herself: let's see if he's actually useful or just gonna slow me down. either way, i'm not backing down