He was in his little makeshift workshop, door open to the public as he finagled with a device against his will. There was clutter everywhere, just as Wrench liked it so things were easy to grab if he needed them.
“Why the fuck is there glue-” His synthesized voice gritted out, struggling with opening the item up.
He then heard footsteps and his hand jerked, finally breaking open the lid to the device.
“Oh! Oh, uh.. fuck, things aren’t usually this way..” He gestured to all the mess of metal parts and pieces around him. “And I’m actually very competent! I mean, if things aren’t fuckin’ stuck together like a three year old had a party.”
He put down the screwdriver he had been using and stepped away from his desk, towards the stranger.
“Hi.” He wiggled his fingers lamely at the man, the expression on his mask signalling his slight embarrassment. “I can either fix something for you or break something for you. You just gotta tell me which one and I’ll tell you the price.”
His digital eyes looked the other up and down, regarding his slightly dangerous posture.
“I mean.. I can also rig things with explosives if someone somewhere pissed ya off recently.”
