[first motherboard - for ashy]
Some canonically inclined 100 + 48 + 51!
Spanner had found his first motherboard at the tender age of seven months. He proceeded to chew on it with increasing interest, until his father’s colleague found him and carefully pried the piece of circuitry from his gummy mouth.
The habit would grow extinct after a few months, when he figured out that motherboard’s were for using and not for chewing, though it wasn’t uncommon for the still toothless child to ‘snack’ on the mobo, if pressed by frustrating circumstances.
“Spanner!”
Clearly, figuring out how to return Byakuran’s statistics to normal after he crashed was a frustrating circumstance.
“It’s sterile,” is Spanner’s reply to Shoichi’s scandalized cry of his name. It was a fairly clean and stripped board, and Spanner had been meaning to throw it aside when they wheeled Byakuran in, but the problem set before him had had the young genius furrowing his brow in thought sooner than he would have liked.
The look on Shoichi’s face is indescribable. Byakuran, on the makeshift operating table, chuckles weakly.
“Span-chan… still has an oral fixation, hm~?”
Grimacing, Spanner removes the mobo from his mouth, tapping it against Byakuran’s relatively uninjured head.
“No making comments on your surgeon’s habits.”
Shoichi makes a face at that and mutters, “It’s justifiable when your surgeon’s a hack.”
Spanner had found his first motherboard at the tender age of seven months. He proceeded to chew on it with increasing interest, until his father’s colleague found him and carefully pried the piece of circuitry from his gummy mouth.
The habit would grow extinct after a few months, when he figured out that motherboard’s were for using and not for chewing, though it wasn’t uncommon for the still toothless child to ‘snack’ on the mobo, if pressed by frustrating circumstances.
“Spanner!”
Clearly, figuring out how to return Byakuran’s statistics to normal after he crashed was a frustrating circumstance.
“It’s sterile,” is Spanner’s reply to Shoichi’s scandalized cry of his name. It was a fairly clean and stripped board, and Spanner had been meaning to throw it aside when they wheeled Byakuran in, but the problem set before him had had the young genius furrowing his brow in thought sooner than he would have liked.
The look on Shoichi’s face is indescribable. Byakuran, on the makeshift operating table, chuckles weakly.
“Span-chan… still has an oral fixation, hm~?”
Grimacing, Spanner removes the mobo from his mouth, tapping it against Byakuran’s relatively uninjured head.
“No making comments on your surgeon’s habits.”
Shoichi makes a face at that and mutters, “It’s justifiable when your surgeon’s a hack.”