Unlike his kitchen- which was kept almost obsessively in order, to account for allergies and cross contamination and a whole slew of other wacky space related illnesses that could occur from improper cleaning or storage- Hunk usually let his workspace become something of mess. Like, a tornado in a trailer park sort of mess.
For once, Hunk had actually managed to wrangle his workspace into some semblance of order. He had all caustic substances sorted properly, all explosive powders tucked where they couldn’t interact with anything that could make them go off, and all harmless bits, bobs, and doodads and wires all sorted into their properly labeled boxes.
He could actually see his desk to scrub the oil stains off of it.
He felt accomplished and pleased. Not only would this make future projects easier, but it would take him like, two projects at least, maybe three, before it all got jumbled again.
Unless the wires crossed somewhere and something exploded that shouldn’t explode- but that’s one reason why he wore his suit, and anything that was irreplaceable and expensive was kept inside of his lion.
Tired and pleased for the day, Hunk unbuckled his armor, and slid off his breastplate. He shimmied down to his under armor on his top, leaving himself enough bare skin to actually cool off. His corner of the world could get unbearably warm from time to time.
Yellow gave a soft alert chirp about the same time that he looked up, right in the middle of fanning a breeze right up the front of his shirt like a dork.
He blinked, eyebrows sliding up in pleasant surprise as he settled his shirt back down where it should be.
“Hi Romelle!” His hand lifted to wave at the Altean. “What brings you down to the Lions bay?”
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