-Contrasted from the last folk who keeps returning, leaving with a definite ominous warning. A rather bright pinkish scrappy bunny...punk- mechanic?? Had strode on in, with a patched up duffle bag slung over his shoulder, swaggring right in. Stood up ears dropping down just a smidge as soon he stooped midway to look down at the rather short...- employer. Just about to ask before he saw who the hell brought him here.
"Yooo, im looking for a bub-, got a name...uh- spamto g? Yea, that g-"
"Woa, and I thought my other clients were uh..- a bit on the stepping stool size-" He muttered, fidgeting with the lil lollipop stuck between his shark teeth. Before tapping his conversed heel habitually. Looking down with just one eye, as the other was covered by some kind puffy bang.
"Don't mind the jokes bubs, ain't here for trouble. Just a job-, got a heads up someone is im need of a...- lemme check on the list-"
He opens up a series of holograms to his left to look through some kind of blueprint diagram. One of them however ...- also looked eeirly the same to the old suit in the ๐๐๐จ๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฉ..??
Then picked up one that looked like Tenna, just- well, ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ. ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐จ๐ถ๐บ- ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต??
"Tenna, as the tip said. Mind telling me where this oldie is yo-, it'll help a ton."
(Ooc: we about to get real mecha here folks, Heheheheh)
yeah im spamton- hey i ain't stepping stool size!!-
*he watches.. whatever's happening infront of him.
oh- uh- tenna?- he's probably in his office. just over there-
*he pointed in a direction over down a hallway.
if he ain't there just ask a pippins or somethin. or come back to me.
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