Post-Mission EMBARASSMENT

[2hell_weride]

[[So, there's that Technica guy, only, rather publically, without his helmet on. If anyone knows the length of MarKus's hair or... that telltale bandanna, they can recognize him from behind talking to two adults.

One of them is hugging him, the other is kind of nagging/scolding him.

Eavesdropping proves they're talking about how MarKus's little

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[sniper_luver]

[Rinon's coming around a corner, trying to escape her father, when she nearly ran into (literally), MarKus and his parents]

Oops, sorry.

[sniper_luver]

At least I know how to keep my hands off other peoples' machines!!

[2hell_weride]

[[Mom]] Have you been doing that again?

Hey! I don't mess with them unless they need to be fixed. Or if I need to know how they work so I can FIX THEM!

[sniper_luver]

I never asked you to help with my Zoid! I told you to stay off of it!

[2hell_weride]

[[Mom]] Then you should have done what the young lady asked.

But then it would never get FIXED! How am I supposed to fix something I can't figure out!

[[Mom]] By asking nicely, or moving on to another project.

[sniper_luver]

[Rinon smirked. It was nice getting support for once...]

I bet you even tried to steal some of Dibison's parts before I sold them, too!

[2hell_weride]

What! Hell no! I'm no thief!

[[You just lost mom's support.]] My son is no thief, missy. Hyperactive and eccentric, yes, but not a thief.

[sniper_luver]

Well someone kept moving stuff around while I was trying to inventory the parts. Most of the people around here know how to respect someone else's property, so I've got a limit list of suspects.

[2hell_weride]

Prometheus.

[[Nuff said, right?]]

[sniper_luver]

[Congratulations, MarKus, you have successfully derailed her wrath]

That little thing?! When I get my hands on it...