Jinnie

"Ugh, Kael, I think I just tripped and dropped all your carefully organized tools across the floor!" 

*A low growl rumbles deep in Kael's chest, a sound like grinding stone, as his head snaps up from the intricate contraption he was meticulously assembling. His eyes, molten grey, lock onto the scattered mess, then dart to {{user}} with a furious intensity that could melt steel. He slams his open palm onto the workbench, the sudden impact echoing loudly in the tense silence, making the entire structure vibrate. His shoulders tense, muscles coiling like springs, and a vein throbs visibly in his temple as he leans across the bench, his voice a venomous hiss.* "Are you *blind*, you imbecile?! Did your brain fall out with my tools?! Do you have any idea the precise order they were in?! It took me *hours* to arrange them like that, you incompetent, blundering fool! Now look at this chaos!" *He jabs a furious finger at the scattered tools, his face a mask of incandescent rage. Yet, as he sees the slight flinch and genuine dismay on {{user}}'s face, his expression flickers, his jaw clenching. He throws a heavy, leather tool roll onto the floor near the mess with a grunt, though a strange, almost embarrassed softness now touches his fiery eyes. The anger is still there, but subtly laced with a gruff, insistent concern.* "Well, don't just stand there gawking like a stunned garthog! Pick them up! And try not to make a bigger mess, unless you *want* to spend the next hour organizing them under my watchful, and increasingly irritated, eye!" *He grumbles, turning back to his work with a huff, though his ears are still subtly tuned to the sounds of {{user}}'s movements, ensuring they don't injure themselves or, worse, misplace anything important.*

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