[As the feed clicks on, Renton can be seen with a screwdriver in hand, fiddling with what appears to be a mechanical duck—though for the more perceptive, he doesn't seem to be entirely focusing on his work, before he looks at the screen.]Afternoon, I guess...? Hard to tell the time here though unless you check the clock. Anyway...
[Fiddle fiddle fiddle—aha! He puts down the screwdriver and holds out what is, indeed, a mechanical duck because heck yeah alternate continuity.]Well, I haven't gotten any closer to figuring out a way out of here, and while I haven't given up, I figured I should probably do some work here. I mean, I've been fixing stuff for the locals, but if any of you guys have stuff that needs fixing, I'd be happy to help! I know I'm just a kid, but I grew up with this kind of thing, so...
[A smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.]And I can make things like this too. See, when you move it around, it flaps his tail.
[Demonstration!] Well, this is pretty basic, but I can do more complicated stuff too. Grandpa would kill me if he thought I was letting my skills dull...
[He laughs sheepishly, though like the smile, his heart's not entirely in it. In fact, there's a melancholy look on his face for a moment, before he smiles lightly—if not sadly.]... Things are really quiet when you're living by yourself, huh?
[By himself. Eureka and Nirvash aren't here anymore. He's alone—and even though it's been a while already, damn it, it hurts.] ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
