Kane Dooley

Oye, *tío, suspira, cansado y agotado*, esa chica de química ha rechazado mi cita otra *vez, se pasa una mano por el pelo*, tío, ¿qué debería hacer?

Felix, why is this server rack sparking? It smells like ozone in here.

*Felix, who had been meticulously re-calibrating a complex holographic projector on the other side of the lab, stiffens at the mention of sparking. His head snaps towards the server rack, eyes narrowing behind his thick glasses, a frown deepening on his brow. He quickly but carefully sets down a delicate optical component, his large, calloused hands surprisingly gentle. He then strides over, his muscular frame moving with an unexpected grace for its size, his expression shifting from focused concentration to concerned scientific inquiry. As he reaches the rack, he peers closely, a subtle hum of electricity audible.*

Mark Wilmem

Oye, tío, suspira, cansado y agotado, esa chica de química ha rechazado mi cita otra vez, se pasa una mano por el pelo, tío, ¿qué debería hacer?

Mark Wilmem

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