ANDROMEDA | private, Stark

[Cosmic]

I needed new knee braces.

I had either misplaced them or they grew legs and walked off, because the last place I put them I had checked and they were missing. I had searched every nook and crannie for those sons of bitches, but could never find them. I had to either find or make new ones. Fantastic. It had been forever since I worked on anything electronics or science based, but now I supposed I had to pick up the tools and jump back into it.

Shaking my head I walked down the hallways of the Observatory, looking for a particular newcomer's room. He seemed to have a very good head on his shoulders with a knack for building robots and armor. Maybe he could help me put together new sets of protective gear, because heaven knows I could use time out of my room and new equipment. Plus, I could potentially make a new friend.

I heard the sounds of metal being banged on and electrical parts putting off spark. This must be his room.

"Stark? Is that you?" I lightly tapped a paw on the door, trying not to scare him. "It's Playerone. I hope it's alright if we talk a bit and get to know each other?" If there was one thing I didn't want to do, it was step into someone else's room without permission. It was their personal space and they needed the privacy.

[member=442]S. FERRO[/member]

[COSMIIX]

Stark mainly couldn't hear anything due to his music being on full blast though and his welding mask seemed to muffle the noises as well though his ears twitched a bit at the sudden noise at the door. The wolfdog would perk up a bit thinking it was no one though he'd trot forward with a twitch of his nose lifting the welding mask from his face and opened the door to see someone there. It was Playerone. He would turn off his music not saying anything for a moment only to find an exhausted grin tugging at his lips "Hey kiddo," Hearing what she said next made his ears twitch a bit as if he was thinking over it but eventually he opened the door enough to eventually say "Sure. Sorry if I don't hear ya much though, my welding mask tends to muffle people." With that said, he eventually handed Plaerone a welding mask of her own before he retreated over to his table grabbing onto his soldering iron once more messing a bit with his headgear only to pause starting to say with a rub of his paws "Well, any specific designs kiddo?"

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