oldstrongson | Downtime

After a good five hours spent in the workshop Bruce decides that he’s had enough of clanking metal, fusing, and rewiring parts of the overall wrecked armor, at least for the foreseeable next few hours of the afternoon.

He walks down the hallway, still trying to wipe some dirt and oil off his hands before he takes a turn left. “Skaar…?” He calls out - entering the living area - at the chance of his son having settled there for the time being