I can has Robots?
Who: Spanner sake2me and Solid Snake baldr_was [Closed]
Where: Terra - Arcade
When: Some time after this.
Summary: Spanner is a social recluse who enjoys talking to inanimate objects. It's time he made a 'friend' to get out of the workshop.
Rating: PFFFF probably PG-- or maybe PG-13 for Snake's Ass, it's got a rating all it's own.
Other: It's not a date Gais. Snake is not a Robot therefore not his type. :\
Blue eyes stared up above at the neon flashing sign of ‘ARCADE’ that hung above the child finger print ridden doors of the gaming establishment. Mildly contemplating the reason the blue florescent C had died leaving it spelling AR-ADE. He was dressed in his usual loose coveralls of orange, the upper half hung tied around his waist leaving the T-shirt he wore visible with some funny kanji that really didn’t make sense in the Japanese language, not at all classy in the least with a name tag pinned with his odd name in red bold letters. To top it all off, faded rings shadowed the aqua hues giving the impression he hadn’t gotten a restful nights sleep the night prior-oh well. He hardly did get out that often, so yeah, maybe he was a little ‘weird’ with his quirks, like how he enjoyed talking to himself just so it wasn’t that quiet back in the garage.
But none of that mattered for the moment- what mattered was prying his attention span down to those doors and away from the scientific method going through his blond head. He still wore his tool belt around his waist, these days if he took it off he felt naked without it. Taking in a deep slow breath into his lungs, the young man pushed himself, a gloved hand opening one of the glass doors as he poked his head inside before the rest of his body slid inside curiously enough, it smelled a little like sweaty sneakers while the heater was turned up to high in the place. Huh maybe if he could find someone in charge he’d offer to fix it….
There was something else on his person, folded underneath one arm. But that wouldn’t get attention until he ran into who ever this person was. So for the mean time he hovered by the entrance as if at any point he might just walk back out to stare at that broken Arcade sign again.
Where: Terra - Arcade
When: Some time after this.
Summary: Spanner is a social recluse who enjoys talking to inanimate objects. It's time he made a 'friend' to get out of the workshop.
Rating: PFFFF probably PG-- or maybe PG-13 for Snake's Ass, it's got a rating all it's own.
Other: It's not a date Gais. Snake is not a Robot therefore not his type. :\
Blue eyes stared up above at the neon flashing sign of ‘ARCADE’ that hung above the child finger print ridden doors of the gaming establishment. Mildly contemplating the reason the blue florescent C had died leaving it spelling AR-ADE. He was dressed in his usual loose coveralls of orange, the upper half hung tied around his waist leaving the T-shirt he wore visible with some funny kanji that really didn’t make sense in the Japanese language, not at all classy in the least with a name tag pinned with his odd name in red bold letters. To top it all off, faded rings shadowed the aqua hues giving the impression he hadn’t gotten a restful nights sleep the night prior-oh well. He hardly did get out that often, so yeah, maybe he was a little ‘weird’ with his quirks, like how he enjoyed talking to himself just so it wasn’t that quiet back in the garage.
But none of that mattered for the moment- what mattered was prying his attention span down to those doors and away from the scientific method going through his blond head. He still wore his tool belt around his waist, these days if he took it off he felt naked without it. Taking in a deep slow breath into his lungs, the young man pushed himself, a gloved hand opening one of the glass doors as he poked his head inside before the rest of his body slid inside curiously enough, it smelled a little like sweaty sneakers while the heater was turned up to high in the place. Huh maybe if he could find someone in charge he’d offer to fix it….
There was something else on his person, folded underneath one arm. But that wouldn’t get attention until he ran into who ever this person was. So for the mean time he hovered by the entrance as if at any point he might just walk back out to stare at that broken Arcade sign again.