hiddarkness
NIMBLE PHALANGES LUNGE FORWARD upon noticing a foreign hand attempting to caress one of his many current projects (another model for his Dynamo factory: a gatling drone); with reflexes equivocal to that of a FELINE, he maintains an OBSESSIVE gaze upon a multitude of transparent screens. He has little time to divide focus whilst perusing through paragraphs of complex equations, sorting graphs fluctuating at indecipherable speeds, & QUADRUPLE-CHECKING for (impossible) glitches threatening the fragile state of his research--errors are unacceptable.
❝I wouldn’t touch that if I were you.❞
















