normally, he wouldn’t bother him at this time, but he can’t SLEEP with all this NOISE and he’s too tired to deal with this shit.
he shuffles sleepily into the room, and feels for the lightswitch before turning it on; squeezing his eyes shut to keep from being disoriented.
❝ –y’mind keepin’ it down?❞
A BIT COSTLY DEALING WITH HIS CONTRAPTION without his gloves, but alas, he’s lost them within the mass of laundry he set aside. ( he’d have cleaned up, but whenever he feels the URGE to work on one of his gadgets, which is a nightly thing, he cleans after the vial of inspiration has run low. )
being so consumed in his work, he failed to notice jed walk in until the lights flipped on.
he lifts his head, then turns to address his friend. "sorry, jed. it’s just .. inspiration. it strikes me at the most inconvenient times. have i been too loud?” or maybe it was the hum of some of his other works he’s been testing out as of late ( like a redux oscillator. )
