thank you. don't ever do that again.
perched atop what may be a workbench, or what may've once been a dining room table, the spark of zaun sits with one knee pulled to her chest, the other dangling over the edge. eyes too bright in the dim dark trail his movements through invaded space, her explanation as to what has occurred chipper as ever, ❝ my family has a workshop, dunno if you'd know about it, but we end up with all sorts of extra parts and not enough space for them. usually there's somebody who wants them but this time around? ❞ a heavy shrug. maybe they know where they came from — destroyed warehouses, mining tools blasted apart — and fear being hunted down by association. ❝ nobody. so i thought, why not bring it to you? ❞ and thus, the answer to what the meaning of the crate is: filled half full with various nuts, bolts, cuttings of metal with nowhere else to go. ❝ hauling it over here was not easy and you didn't answer but i wasn't gonna leave it outside. thieves, you know? so i just helped myself. but i couldn't find any paper. ❞ which is to say: she snooped around. just a little! she has manners. she could hear her father chastising her for being rude in the back of her mind, put her off.
❝ figured i'd hang around until you showed up — ❞ thank you. he's grateful. she smiles big and proud. don't do that again. and then she's frowning, brows knit tight. it's gone to a good place as far as she's concerned. better than it being wasted or ending up right back where it started. static bristles beneath the skin, anything that escapes caught within the coils of her sparkpack which chugs almost as though scoffing for her, ❝ you're always such a downer. is it because your stove is broken? ❞ okay, maybe she snooped more than just a little. sorry dad. ❝ ‘cause i can fix that. can’t do anything about your window though. that's … also broken. ❞ that may've been her. totally on accident — a stray spark was all it took for what was left to shatter out of it's frame, old unkempt place. guilt prompts quick assertion, ❝ but, but! i know somebody that can. have you been to the markets lately? guy named ezu just set up shop, he fixed our rolling door like that. ❞ a bright green snap to signify the speed she speaks of, and graciously, a hanging pause. still with her, viktor?
@h3raud , kindness.