@killerlakill || STARTERS 3/3
Finding ways to keep his hands busy was a coin flip these days. Sharing a Townhouse with strangers meant swiping away the kitchen appliances just to take them apart for the third time that day could only happen so often. Bitterness turned to impatience. Impatience grew into frustration. Before he knows it, he’s leaving the confines of a stuffy room in exchange for more pleasant fresh air. The winter chill had done more than enough to clear his mind, hands deep in overall pockets, mindlessly fiddling with screws and bolts, uncaring to how far or how long he travels. Wherever he finds himself taking interest in exploring would be leagues better than sitting indoors fighting against an itch to tinker.
There’s only so much scenery a city could provide, he assumes. Shops came and went, hardly catching his eye spare those of the local convenience stores stocked full of fresh beers. It’s a debate upon whether he presses on; a quick check to the anomalous digital device gifted upon arrival informs him that a little over an hour had passed since he’d stepped onto the streets. His steps come to a slow just before the sound of a tin can being shot just nearby catches his attention. Silence follows - left in wait for the sound to return, and when it has the Engineer wastes no time in investigating for the source.
It only made sense that if the doctor was around, others would be as well. He recognizes the hat and vest before even glimpsing to the familiar patch adorned with a unique symbol for each mercenary. Lips twitch, pulling into a loose crooked smile, legs moving before he’s even a chance to consider whether or not the man would be interested in his company.
“ ...Reckon you won’t mind me joinin’ you? ”
