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I like to sleep on the job.
Don't get me wrong, I’m no lazy-boy; I am the company’s official weaponsmith, after all. Months ago, people come and go to and from my workshop, ogling and purchasing things they want. Win-win, I suppose. Nowadays, though, the art of mercenary work has dwindled, leaving me with less and less customers to interact with, and–yes, of course–less funds to work with. I’ve gotten no new blueprints to build from the Administrator, and to be frank, it leaves me a lot of time to do something along the way.
I would usually play around in the training camp with a combination of the prototype arrays I’ve created, seeing which can be paired with which and which can't be paired with such. I also enjoy the faces the few people that come around make, that the fact that my bright pink fur was there testing some things. I am a weaponsmith, after all. The creator must test their products before releasing to the public.
And then, maybe just screw around with my outfits sometimes. I usually go for the casual ones; some jeans, maybe a tank top. Out of habit, I start to wear the kevlar armor I got during my times as a mercenary myself…didn't expect it to fit somewhat well.
I’m still open for whatever firefights you want me to help out in, so don't delay and give the Workshop a call. Just please don't disturb me during my nap time, alright? Thanks.
- Shelldon F. Carius