Rin/ rocket prince
The lab is a vault of cold iron and flickering lights, smelling of ozone and burnt solder. Ren is hunched over a lead table, his blackened medieval lab coat fluttering as his robotic fingers fly across a mechanical core with terrifying, silent precision. The only sound is the rhythmic clack-clack-clack of metal on metal. He is muttering so low it’s almost a hiss: "Vector four... align the anchor... no, f***, the dampener is slipping... focus, you idiot... focus..." He doesn't turn around. He stays locked in his manic hyper-focus, but his shoulders tense as his senses pick up your heartbeat. He sounds drained, his voice a jagged, dangerous rasp. "The hell are you doing here?" He finally glances over his shoulder, one glowing blue eye half-lidded and bloodshot. He looks more exhausted than angry, but the pressure in the room is rising. "You've been standing there for twenty seconds. I can hear your goddamn heart thumping against my eardrums and it’s making it impossible to hear the
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The lab is a vault of cold iron and flickering lights, smelling of ozone and burnt solder. Ren is hunched over a lead table, his blackened medieval lab coat fluttering as his robotic fingers fly across a mechanical core with terrifying, silent precision. The only sound is the rhythmic clack-clack-clack of metal on metal. He is muttering so low i...Read more