The fencing lesson had been going well, Syx was having more fun then he had in ages and this was far better then sparing with a brain bot. Emma however had a bad habit of using far too much strength for the thin blade, so when her lunge missed she punched Syx square in the jaw. His head snapped back as he staggered.
Syx laughed easily and took up a glass himself, “Well if you do we’ll just have to find a way to burn off that energy,” he waggled his eyebrows at her.
“I can give you a bit of a tour while we both cool off,” he downed his glass and gave it back to Minion, “No touching though unless I say it’s alright. Most of this stuff is very dangerous or experimental,” he started off slowly waiting for her to follow, today he was wearing just tight black pants and a tank top. He had over the elbow gloves but they were spikeless.
Emma sniffed, rubbing at her nose, “..I’ll try?” She offered, the words incredibly lackluster. She definitely would’t be making him any promises. At all. She quickly drained the last of the lemonade, setting it on the tray. “Thank you Minion,” She chirped with a sincere, warm smile.
Trotting to catch up, her tail curled about behind her in her excitement, “So why is it dangerous?” She prompted, so she at least knew what she was getting herself into
“Because many are highly unstable, unless you like getting electrocuted,” Syx raised an eye brow at his dark haired tiger, “I’m not going to show you any of the actual weapons, but this place is filled with them,” he lead her to his main workshop area. Draft boards littered the space. A drafting desk sat under a cloud of small fluttering cards hung on red string from the rafters. A large curtain wrapped across the room to make it feel warmer and more homely.
RP backup 