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.
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.
‘Emma’ chuckled, the black haired feline following him about. She nearly spoke, when they came into the workshop. Beginning to prowl around it as if she were taking stock of the area, looking at the individual objects.. she felt as if there should be a million questions rattling off her tongue, but none came to her.
“..This is really neat..” she murmured, looking to him. “Is this your think cloud you told me about?”
Syx glanced up at his cloud of index cards, “Yeah, it helps me keep track of what I’m doing, see the big picture.”
They were all well above head height, ladders and stools scattered around his space indicated the blue alien’s method of interacting with his mass of planning walls and the cloud. A hoard of brain bots flew past causing the cards to ripple and spin. Laughing as they spun around them Syx picked up a wrench, waving it at them before throwing it. It was brought back immediately with an eager excitement. One on the bots nudging ‘Emma’ and holding a hammer in its mouth.
“He wants you to throw it,” Syx grinned, “Careful though, eight is my oldest little devil, aren’t you? No bitey Tiger now. Play nice for Daddy,” he cooed at his creation.
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