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[precedent_hero]

[In the messhall a young gentleman in his shirt sleeves is hunched over one of the tables, and has been for hours. a velvet cloth is spread before him, and on it rests a number of delicate metal gears, wires, and tools. He's currently holding a small box with an intricate device inside

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[takemyothereye]

. . . [listening]

[takemyothereye]

Did you fix it?

[precedent_hero]

[cranks it a couple more times, listening, before he nods]

I think that's it.

[takemyothereye]

It looks complicated.

[precedent_hero]

It is, but... I like that about it.

[takemyothereye]

As a project?

[precedent_hero]

[nods slightly]

Something to do with my hands.

[takemyothereye]

[nods]

Where's it from?

[precedent_hero]

I found the song on the computers.

[takemyothereye]

You made it?

[precedent_hero]

Do you mean the box?

[takemyothereye]

The mechanism.

[precedent_hero]

That's what I meant, and yes.

[takemyothereye]

. . . may I?

[look a little closer I mean]

[precedent_hero]

[holding it up to him]

Feel free.

[takemyothereye]

You don't mind?